Post by Frost on Apr 27, 2020 17:11:44 GMT -5
(Advisory; the show is written with other RP'ers wrestler's, the wins/loss are NOT a reflection on any handler just apart of an angle. If you would like to help contribute please send me a PM. 2nd this show takes place in a world where there ISN'T a pandemic, enjoy )
Cameras open with Matt Hopkins sitting behind a desk in a corner office where a WrestleWar’s banner hangs behind him and the WGWF Championship sits to his right on a glass desk.
Hopkins: Good evening, I’m pre-empting the beginning of tonight Monday night Brawl with the full support of the governing body of the WGWF behind me. In less than four weeks the WGWF will present the BIGGEST night in the history of our business WrestleWar’s, where for he first time ever an Elimination Chamber will be used to decide the next WGWF World Champion. Six of the VERY best the WGWF has to offer each one earning the chance to make history inside Madison Square Garden….HUNTER…..Cable….Starchylde…..Slater…..Camden…..and then there is Chris Page…who was named to the chamber due to a contract stipulation. Six of the VERY BEST, however there’s been a name that was NEVER entered because he hadn’t signed up……..
ANDY JOHNSON PAGE
The same Andy who on the opening night of Brawl was plucked from the audience and DEFEATED the Hall of Fame’er Paul Frost in that evening’s main event and at the last WrestleWar’s DEFEATED the ICON….Chris Page….if there was ANY name that earned their way into this years chamber it has been Andy Johnson Page, so again with the COMPLETE backing of the WGWF operations board of governors a decision has been made to off ANDY A SEVENTH SPOT inside the chamber, so instead of the match beginning with Tristian Slater and Chris Page in a one on one match, it would be a TRIPLE THREAT with Andy joining the fray. Tonight there will be a contract signing and I KNOW for a fact that Andy will be in attendance, so Andy you have until the END of the night here on Brawl to either accept or reject the chance to main event a second WrestleWar’s and a chance at the WGWF Championship.
It's up to YOU Andy, yes or no, in or out. With that said I know return you to this evenings Monday Night Brawl.
With that Hopkins fades from the screen as the Monday Night Brawl intro begins to play.
WGWF Monday Night BRAWL
04/27/2020
Philips Arena
Atlanta, Georgia
*****PYRO*****
*****PYRO*****
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*****PYRO*****
*****PYRO*****
Diamond “WELCOME LADIES & GENTLEMEN TO MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!!!!!!”
After the intro video & welcoming statement via Diamond as the pyro smoke clears this SOLD OUT Philips Arena in Atalanta Georgia comes into focus and so do their signs…….
“CCP is MY DADDY”…….”I OWE REP INC.”…….”Alyce I wanna JOIN your TEA PARTY”……..”Camden NEW Champ….BITCHES”……”FEED DA BEAST”…..”ARREST RAZ”…..”IN AA WITH TAX”………”God is GREATER than Marcus”
Diamond “We are just FOUR weeks away form the BIGGEST SHOW of the year…..WRESTLEWAR’S……and later this evening ALL SIX…..challengers…..Jocelyn Camden….HUNTER……John Cable…..Alyce Starchylde…..Tristian Slater and the returning CHRIS PAGE!!!!!"
Baxter “All SIX will be in the ring tonight for a FACE OFF…..or SEVEN if that HACK Hopkins is to be believed inviting Andy as a SEVENTH chamber participant...BULLSHIT!!!! You gotta know Derrick this ISN’T going to end well. Plus the return of WGWF Hall of Fame’er Raziel who faces off against Dorling who promises to revile the identity of the person…..OR…persons who have been attacking WGWF ICON’s recently.”
Diamond “Plus the BOTH the Extinction and Rep Inc along with Marcus Enderton have all been confirmed for this evening, where will this NEW Holy War go? Form the city that WrestleWar’s Twelve emanated from, Atlanta is in for a night where ANY and EVERYTHING can and probably will happen as the road to WRESTLEWAR’S continues. Let’s take things to the ring where Donald Master’s is waiting.”
Donald Master’s: The following is your Monday Night Brawl opening contest here in ATLANTA….(cheap hometown POP)……introducing first she hails from Clinton, New Jersey…..the “QUEEN OF THE RING”…….(heat)…..DUTCHESSSSSSS!!!!!!!
The opening hypnotic sounds of Azealia Banks’s ‘Jumanji’ drifts through the air as Dutchess steps out on the entrance ramp, stretching her arms out as she takes a full spin. When she stops, she slowly drops her arms before quickly rising them, crosses her hands while clasping her pinky fingers. Her head bounces around, examining the jeering crowd with a smug look as she then sashays forward down the aisle towards the ring, doing a queen's wave as she passes the audience with a faint smile. She doesn’t seem to mind the crowd, insulting a few of them on the way towards the ring. She approaches, hops in the ring apron, and seductively arches her body up to her feet before snapping at the crowd. She steps through the ropes to enter the ring and moving towards a corner in anticipation for her opponent.
Donald Master’s: And her opponent hailing from Jacksonville, Florida……this is…….ANGELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!
The opening to Lithium starts and an image of the sky and the heaven plays on screen. When the song pauses, the arena goes dark and when the guitar kicks in, the lights flash back on and Angel is standing at the top of the ramp. She slowly make her way down to the ring with a smile are she looks around. She slides under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle. She overlooks the crowd briefly before jumping down.
*Ding…..Ding*
Dutchess quickly rushes at Angel, who sidesteps and lets Dutchess run right into the turnbuckle, the force throwing her into a backpedal that Angel swoops between and rolls up for the first count fall of the match – 1…2…NO!! Dutchess kicks her feet up and gets to her feet quickly, Angel not as fast, leaving her prone for a rushing boot to the gut, after which Dutchess grabs hold of Angel’s head and neck, twisting it into a falling neck breaker. Dutchess now with her first cover – 1…2…NO!! Angel has more fight in her than that. Dutchess looks to twist it out of her, again going back to the chin lock, forcing Angel’s head back. Angel is faster to get to her feet this time, but she also stays in the hold for several seconds, again grabbing hold of Dutchess’s wrist, and wrenches it behind Dutchess for a hammerlock. Dutchess quickly reaches around and rewrenches Angel, reversing the hammerlock into her own, with Dutchess spinning her out of it before surprising everyone with a HAMMERLOCK SPUN LARIAT!! Angel’s head goes spinning, as Dutchess’s face lights up with a sick grin as she tries for another cover –1…2…3-NO!! Despite essentially beheading Angel, she’s still got some fight! Dutchess doesn’t waste much time afterwards, taking the still out of it Angel and takes her across the midsection, ramming her spine-first into a ring corner before continuing to ram her shoulder into her gut with shoulder thrusts.
Diamond ‘The QUEEN of the ring certainly doesn’t seem to have ANY ring rust early on.”
She then takes some steps back and marvels at her work, smiling sinisterly, before looking to launch herself with one more shoulder, shoving Angel further into the corner upon that impact. Dutchess then pulls Angel out of the corner by the head with both hands before getting behind her and executing a nice elevated backdrop. Dutchess sits upright on the impact of the move, fleshing her teeth again before coving , pushing her forearm across the mouth of Angel –1…2…NO!! Angel keeps the fight alive, but Dutchess doesn’t want her to, bringing her back to her feet and tossing her into another corner and charging at her, but this time, Angel gets a boot up to throw into the face of Dutchess, causing her to go reeling. Dutchess charges once again, but Angel cleanly leaps straight to the top rope, Dutchess’s SHOULDER CRASHING INTO STEEL. Angel then hops off the top rope, lands and jumps off Dutchess’s back, before flipping forward across the ring with a no-hand rolling summersault, again showing off her athleticism. Angel gives the crowd her signature salute while Dutchess recovers and sets herself in the corner, where Angel rushes towards her, leaps and kicks off of Dutchess’s s chest, before leaping with a CORNER CLAD ENZEGUIRI! The move made famous by Tiger Mask sends Dutchess dropping like dead weight to the canvas, Angel now having to roll her over and attempt a cover –1…2…3-NO!!
Diamond “Angel continuing to show the dominance she show last week on Brawl Talk, can this heavenly high flyer keep things in her corner?”
The Dutchess wants to keep the fight going. Angel doesn’t seem to oblige her, raising him into an upright sitting position before delivering a SMACK of a kick to her spine before quickly running through the ropes onto the apron in front of him and springboarding off the top rope…INTO A LOW FRONT DROPKICK!! WOW!! The smooth Lucha motions are again prevalent, as Angel goes for another cover now -1…2…3-NO!!Dutchess again keeps it going! Angel’s mannerisms seems a tad frustrated, putting her hands on her hips and pouting a little bit, she just keeps going, standing over Dutchess and continuing to shock with a STANDING MOONSAULT SENTON!! Angel lifts herself into the air, only to come crashing down with her lower body embedding itself into Dutchess’s gut! Angel with another cover –1…2…NO!! Dutchess doesn’t go down from the very flashy move, Angel gathering Dutchess to her feet and attempting to whip her into the ropes, but it is reversed, Angel now whipped into the ropes instead. While rushing towards the ropes, Angel dips her head, rebounding his legs off the ropes and striking Dutchess in the face with the HANDSPRING REVERSE ELBOW!! Dutchess gets hit hard but doesn’t stay in the ring, opting instead to venture outside the ring and take a breather. The crowd boos at this, as this potentially breaks up Angel’s momentum. The referee starts a count, but we’re not paying attention, as we’re watching Angel measure her opponent up before rushing and leaping through the ropes, hands by her side with the TOPE TORPEDO…NOBODY HOME!! ANGEL GOES CRASHING HEAD-FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!!
Baxter “Heaven just LOST Angel permanently after THAT crash and burn.”
Cameras catch Dutchess’s evil smile again, but instead of grabbing at her downed opponent Dutchess hopes back onto the ring apron lies in wait on the apron, far away from Angel’s position as Angel is stumbling back onto her feet to now face a stalking Dutchess … DIVING DOUBLE-AXE HANDLE FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR!! A sick impact as Dutchess clubs meet Angel’s head at such high a high velocity!! Referee Justin King is telling Dutchess she needs to get him back in the ring, she doesn’t follow that advise and instead grabbing a handful of Angel’s hair….WHIPS HER INTO A STEEL RING POST, causing her to flop to the floor in unconscious agony. Now Dutchess takes this time to roll back into the ring, the referee’s count-out already underway.
…3!!
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…6!!
Angel is to her feet, sliding under the bottom rope…
…7!!
When Angel turns back around, she sees a running Dutchess and eats a RUNNING KNEE LIFT, but doesn’t go down, only for Dutchess to rebound off the closest ropes and force Angel down with the NASTY CLOTHESLINE!! THE KNEE LIFT/CLOTHESLINE COMBO CONNECTS!! Dutchess with another cover –1….2…..NO!! Dutchess is visibly vexed, perhaps now knowing that she has to wear the little shit down. She pulls Angel back to her feet and throws her into a corner. Angel hits it so hard; she whiplashes a bit, Dutchess still not letting up and grabbing Angel’s head and shoves it through the second rope. Dutchess then begins choking Angel by setting her entire body weight on the back of Angel’s neck and pressing it all up against the ropes. King gets to his refereeing duties after begging ‘Dutchess to let go and she won’t –
…1!!
…2!!
…3!!
“You’re nothing, ANGEL!”
…4!!
“Hey, come on!! Get off her!”
King finally pulls Dutchess off of the asphyxiating Angel, admonishing her for these heel tactics. Dutchess holds her hands up like she was doing nothing wrong at all, Angel now having to get some air back into her body. As Dutchess brushes past the ref and reaches over the ropes, yanking Angel back to a vertical base on the apron. The two scuffle for control for a moment before suddenly, Angel drops off the apron and seems to take Dutchess’s face with her … HOTSHOT!! Angel forces Dutchess’s neck to bounce off the ropes, it’s the Dutchess’s turn to fall to the mat and grip at her throat, Angel now jumping back up on the apron and waiting for the Dutchess to get back up … she springboards … but doesn’t wait for Dutchess to turn around … SEATED SENTON FACEBUSTER!! The seated senton to the back of the neck and Dutchess’s face being driven into the canvas! Angel still pops right back up after the move and bounces off the ropes to greet an on-her-knees Dutchess – LOW DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE JAW!! The Dutchess has her face rearranged on two consecutive moves, Angel going for cover now –1…..2…3NO!!!!
Diamond “This MAYBE the chance Angel needs to get back in this thing.”
Angle rolls off Dutchess, her face is one of disappointment but determination as well as Angel heads to the top rope, she’s slower than usual allowing the Dutchess to get back on spaghetti legs but legs none the less as she comes over and tries to sock her in the face with a hard right hand, but Angel grabs it and seems to wrench it a little bit before keeping hold of it and leaping onto the top rope…AND WALKING ALONG THE TOP ROPE!! ANGEL’S WALKING ON THE ROPES!! The crowd stands absolutely mesmerized by this feat, but Angel kicks them out of it by keeping onto the arm and KICKING DUTCHESS in the face before leaping off and executing a beautiful HIGH ANGLE HURRICANRANA!! The crowd again pops for the maneuver, some marginal, but not very loud at all ‘Holy shit’ chants begin to be heard. As Dutchess is thrown all the way across the ring, Angel rushes towards her, only to get a back elbow for her troubles. Angel starts firing back with hard kicks to the thighs, but Dutchess comes back at her with = hard fists once more. She backs up Angel enough to whip her into the opposite ropes, Angel ducking under a clothesline on the rebound, and springboards off the second rope…..a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT off the second rope, catching DUTCHESS WITH AN … INVERTED DDT!! MOONSAULT TO INVERT DDT!! The Philips Arena is at a fevered pitch as Angel instead of looking for the cover retreats to a nearby corner in hunches positions shouting “GET UP” as Dutchess is slowly pulling herself up in a kneeling position as ANGEL EXPLODES OUT OF THE CORNER AND LANDS THE “GUARDIAN ANGEL” SCISSOR KICK…..THE SSISSOR KICK PALTS DUTCHES!!!!Cover-ONE…..TWO…..THREE!!!!!
*DING…..DING*
Donald Master’s: Here is your winner via pinfall……ANGELLLLLLLL!!!!!!
Diamond “Angel certainly found her footing and her wings certainly took to the sky in that one.”
There’s NOT a post match celebration as Angel walks over and asks for a live microphone from a stagehand.
Baxter “She’s NOT going to sing amazing Grace, is she?”
Angel (catching her breath a tad): That felt AWESOME….(pop)……but now isn’t the time…..it’s BACK to BUSINESS……VELVET…..(heat)……I know you’re here tonight…..I know your going to USE….”God”….(HEAT)….to SCREW over Kristy this evening…..I know YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!!!!!
POP
Angel: I also know you COULDN’T beat Circa either……you USED A CROWBAR…..at WrestleWar’s Eleven…..you and your “God”….(heat)….YOU TOOK HER KNEE…..you messed it up….and she screwed it up by continuing to wrestle WITHOUT a FORGED doctors note because nobody would clear her….YOU STOLE MY FRIENDS CAREER…..before SHE could comeback…….YOU…..VELVET….YOU SICK BITCH…….so here’s the thing Velvet…..WRESTLEWAR’S….(pop)……YOU….VERSES…..ME!!!!!!
MASSIVE POP
Angel: And I don’t give a FUCK if you bring Dusk….Ridge….or even GOD….(HEAT)….because I will RIP their hearts out of the chest’s to get to YOU…..Velvet….put ANY faith you have into a FIGHT WITH ME!!!
With that Angel drops her microphone as cameras switch from the ring quickly to the arena entrance way as a long back limo pulls up and we get an establishing shot of……. TRISTIAN SLATER!!!!!!!
Diamond “Well it looks like we have yet ANTHER WrestleWar’s challenge, will this one be accepted later tonight.”
Baxter “Yeah…Yeah…boo-hoo…LOOK WHO IT IS!!!!!”
Tristian (speaking on a cell phone): That right I don’t give a damn if Hopkins wants to add Andy, he could add Frost, MDK, Heat, Fire hell the ENTIRE Atalanta Falcons (POP) roster into that chamber and I WILL STILL BE THE WGWF CHAMPION!!!!!
Diamond “Certainly Tristian seems unaffected by the announcement of a potential SEVENTH participant for the chamber and…look….look…..Mat Hopkins is on HIS WAY TO THE RING….NEXT!!!!!”
The images just before break show WGWF spokesperson Matt Hopkins walking down a backstage hallway and in his left hand is a very larger silver briefcase as Brawl takes it’s first break.
*** Commercial Break ***
Gold, God & G.O.A.T.S
Cameras return to the middle of the ring where a red laced podium has been erected and standing in front of said podium is none other than WGWF Spokesmen/ Head of Talent Relations, MATT HOPKINS!!!!!
“WE WANT ANDY” *clapclapclap*“WE WANT ANDY”
“WE WANT ANDY” *clapclapclap*“WE WANT ANDY”
“WE WANT ANDY” *clapclapclap*“WE WANT ANDY”
Hopkins (with a grin on his face): With any luck the WGWF Universe will hear from Andy TONIGHT!
POP
Hopkins: Along with Page, Slater, Starchylde, Camden, Cable and HUNTER….(POP)….as EVERY participant in the MAIN EVENT…of WrestleWar’s will be on hand for tonight’s face to face RIGHT HERE TONIGHT!
POP
Hopkins: With that’s said Monday May 25th, WRESTLEWAR’S…(pop)….is much more than a one match card and the WGWF is MUCH MORE than just the World’s Heavyweight Championship…..since the very start TAG TEAM wrestling has been a pillar of this company since 1999. The Southern Outlaws…(pop)….Flame and Pyro…(pop)….Steven Starr and Dail Pritchard’s…(pop)….The Untouchables…(pop)….Chris Page and Jimmy Jrn…(pop)…..Atlanta’s own…HEAT & FIRE (hometown POP)…..Paul Frost….(heat)….and Dean James…(pop)…..Andrew Clash and Seth Stevens…(pop)…RIZZOKO…(pop)…. Terry Borden & Darian Dream…. (pop)……Blackman and Raven…(pop)…..DVP…(pop)…Birds of Prey….(pop) The Ryan Bro’s…(pop)….and so many more tag teams have made their marks RIGHT HERE!!!!!
Hopkins stops and looks down at the ring and shakes his head
Hopkins: However, so MANY times has the tag team division ended in a mess. From a LACK of depth, a LACK of interest and a LACK of any sort of structure. In fact RIGHT here the home of WrestleWar’s Twelve…(hometown POP)….just down the road inside the Mercedes Benz Dome….(POP)…..the tag team titles in a LADDER MATCH, should have been a WrestleWar’s moment instead it became a CLUSTER….you know what….why? Because two men who weren’t tag team partners WON the tag team titles…..this wasn’t the first time though but here tonight in the city where it happened…I’m promising you all IT ENDS!!!!!!
Baxter “Huh?”
Hopkins: That’s’ right tonight marks the END of the WGWF Tag Team Division!
HEAT
Hopkins: So when one thing ends anther BETTER thing begins, the evolution of tag team wrestling….into TRIO….or in our case moving forward it will be the TRINITY TAG TEAM DIVISON…..three men, women or a mix….will compete for these the WGWF TRINITY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!!!!
B L A C K O U T
“This is GOD’S house!”
When the lights return standing across are none other than Ryan Dusk, Kenneth Ridge & the “God dressed in white” Paul Frost….the Extinction minus Velvet as the Philips Arena launches WAVE after WAVE after HEAT Wave towards the trio. It’s nothing new as Dusk & Ridge allow their scowls and growls to do most of their “talking” while Frost himself brings up a microphone up to his lips……
Frost: Exceptionally good Matt, you obviously know your history and you know of the INJUSTICE that was committed in this very city just two short years ago. The night in which GOD….(heat)….resurrected those original tag team championships and then anointed MY two horsemen….Ridge….and….Dusk…the RIGHTFUL….and final…WGWF Tag Team Champions….GOD’s….(heat)…..champions….so now to know that a TRINITY tag team championship has been created….well Matt there is are NONE better suited than the HOLY TRINITY….(heat)…of the EXTINCTION!!!!!!
Hopkins: I agree……
Diamond “WHAT?”
Frost ( that vile smiles creeps it’s way across his entire face): This….this pleases GOD…(heat)…beyond belief…..unwashed…worthless…sinner’s of Atlanta…..(HEAT)….bear witness to a modern day MIRACLE….this man…..this profit…..speaks the truth….he speaks the word of….GOD….(heat)…that I and MY horsemen will restore FAITH back into the HOLY TRINITY divisions as champions……
Frost runs his hand over the Trinity Championship, but Hopkins moves it away as he steps towards Frost
Hopkins: That’s right Paul…I agree…..I agree that ever since you and your “horsemen” invaded from the depths of HELL…..(Frost smile fades slightly)……..you’ve turned THIS ring….MY ring into a battle field for all your BULLSHIT about the word of a FALSE GOD!!!!!!
MEGA POP
Hopkins: However I agree that you three are one of the if not the BEST….(heat)…..trio we’ve ever seen in the WGWF…..which means on a night where the BEST look to make history on the grandest stage….WrestleWar’s…it only makes sense that the BEST trio….TRINITY should be represented as one HALF of the match that will decide the first EVER WGWF Trinity Champions….the SECOND team you’ll face will be headed by MARCUS ENDERTON…….
POP
Hopkins: And either the team of Roderick Frazier…(pop)…..and……Andre Dixon…(pop)…..or…Marcus will team with Atlanta’s own…HEAT….and….FIRE….(hometown POP)……because later on tonight Rep Inc will face off against Heat and Fire and the winning team will go on to WRESTLEWAR’S TO FACE YOU THREE!!!!!!
Baxter “WOW”
Frost: Fine…fine…Matt…play your pathetic mortal game….entertain these unwashed….masses….give Marcus the tiniest spark of hope that he can extract not only blood but gold from God….and then Madison Square Garden becomes MY Garden…MY Eden…when the EXTINCTION…(heat)…..snuffs out Enderton with either the FAILED Hometown Heretics or then in honor of Atalanta then on May 25th both the SLAVE OWNER….AND SLAVES DIE BY THE WHITE GOD’S HANDS…….(MEGA HEAT)….either way GOD AND MY DISCIPLES WILL BE BATHED IN GOLD!
“SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!!!”
DORLING WALKS OUT ON STAGE WITH A STEEL CHAIR IN HAND
Baxter “Dorling?”
Diamond “Now I’m confused”
Hopkins: Dorling…what in God’s name are you…..
Dorling: SHOVE IT MATT…..(pop)….I TOLD YOU….I TOLD I WOULD CALL HIM OUT………OH….FROST…..keep you and your BORN AGAIN BASTARDS IN THE RING!!!!!!
Diamond “WHAT? Is Frost the one who took out the legends?”
Dorling SMASHES THE CHAIR AGAINST THE RING POST
Dorling: I SAID STAY THEIR FROST!
Dorling climbs into the ring and THROWS Matt Hopkins microphone out of the ring and looks at Frost who shakes his head “no” as both Dusk & Ridge step in front of “God”. Dorling raises his chair and leans into a corner.
Dorling: Sorry to interrupt, I know the HERE and NOW seems to be the IT thing in the WGWF….even KILLING OFF OLD CHAMPIONSHIP’S……..far be it from me to say anything but is KILLING off old ICON’s also on the agenda in the WGWF? Because that’s what’s been TRYING to happen…..ever since DAY ONE…..TERRY…RIC….MARK and just….just YESTERDAY….which has YET to be mention in this broadcast but Hall of Fame’er HOCKEY GOD was also assaulted…..no surprise really…..I mean look who I’m staring at right now…..but…..it just fits TOO PERFECT….I mean Borden, Mark and Ric…a TRINITY….A TRUE HOLY TRINITY taken out by a bunch of UN-HOLY ASSHOLES!!!!!
POP
Dorling: It’s NOT your style Frost, you can be ruthless…..but you’re a PUBLIC ruthlessness…..you crave the attention that comes with a public beating and I’m sure WrestleWar’s will be anther LOSS…(pop)…for God and company…..in a TRINITY Tag Team Match…..it wasn’t you Frost…..but I know….who….I know who’s been trying to KILL WGWF’s past because they’re so desperate for a future……
The titantron switches from the ring and appears backstage on a locker room door that reads…….
JOHN GAMBINO
Dorling: YES….The HALL OF FAME’ER HIMSELF…..A MAN…WHO’S….DESPERATE….DISGUSTING AND MOST OF ALL A DEGENERATE….he’s been at EVERY scene…..HE…..CRADLE A BLOODY BORDEN….HE ATTACKED RIC AND MARK…..WHY?....Because HE’S no longer the MAN…..no longer the ONE…the legends consider the future….John did ALL of this to send ME a message….BACK OFF….AND DON’T TAKE HIS SPOTLIGHT….well John…I’m going to give you ALL the spotlight you need…..YOU and ME……..WRESTLEWAR’S!!!!!!!
MEGA POP
There’s still no movement on Gambino’s dressing room door, as Dorling is pacing around the ring.
Dorling: COME ON JOHN…..THIS YOUR MOMENT…DON’T DENEY IT….YOU SON OF A BITCH…EITEHR YOU COME HERE OR I’LL GO BACK THERE……..
“WE NEED SOME HELP”
We once again hear those words echoed over the speakers as the camera moves away from Gambino’s locker room door and heads down the hallway and into a bathroom only feet away we see a laid out & bloody JOHN GAMBINO!!!!!!
Diamond “Oh my God”
The slight is gruesome than ever before as the white title all around the bathroom has been stained with blood, the large mirror has been cracked and a small pool of blood is what John lies in, face up with no movement whatsoever.
Frost: Want to take anther guess there Dorling?
Without warning the CAMERA MAN IS ATTACKED FROM BEHIND……the shot is now that of a close up of the bloody head of Gambino as a boot steps into frame and a muffled voice is heard.
“Three Blind Mice…. Three Blind Mice….see how they run…..see how they’re BLOOD runs”
“A forth blind mouse….I cut his tail off with a craving knife….I cut his tail off with a craving knife…..HE’D NEVER SEEN SUCH A SIGHT”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“a FIFTH blind mouse…..hear how he LIES…..hear how he LIES…..WATCH HOW HE DROWNS……WATCH HOW HE DROWNS”
“Five DEAD mice…..Five DEAD mice ALL AT MY SIGHT….ALL AT MY SIGHT”
With that the Titration flickers as we see
Diamond “NO….NO….NO….THE MONSTER…..XMYLES IS BACK!!!!”
The LAST images of that is Matt Hopkins getting on his cell phone, Paul Frost grinning in the corner and Dorling, looking like Bambi after learning somebody shot his mother mouthing "NO...IT CAN'T BE HIM"
*** Commercial Break ***
Returning from break cameras keep ringside where the “God dressed in White” Paul Frost remains WITHOUT any of his “disciples” with microphone still in hand…….
Diamond “We just had the SHOCKING return of a violent psychopath in Xmyles just moments ago so what is THIS asshole still doing in the ring and told Donald Master’s to sit down?”
Baxter “New career path?”
Frost: To the SAVED and the SINNERS…(heat)…the following SQUASH match…(heat)…. is set for one fall, introducing FIRST she resides in the Garden of MY Eden…(heat)…SEATED & SLEPT next to YOUR LORD AND SAVIOR….(MEGA HEAT)…..VELVET!!!!!!!
“This is GOD’S house”
With the Extinction theme blasting across the speakers, the stage fills with purple fog as once again on her knees and crawling out on the entrance way with nothing but joy plastered throughout her face as Velvet makes her way down the ramp, rolling around & then licking a hanging crucifix before reaching her feet and walking up the ring steps where “God” sits and opens the middle rope as Velvet steps into the ring.
Frost: And introducing the LAMB to the SLAUGHTER…(heat)…some cheap hooker in fish nets….(heat)…from around the corner, or West Virginia…..Kristy Jackson!
There's NOT that much cheers, much more than Velvet obviously as Kristy Jackson makes her way towards the ring.
*Ding…Ding*
Velvet immediately shows off her resolve by bullrushing Jackson, taking her and driving him right into a corner, followed by heavy boots laying into Jackson’s gut. Referee Goose Mahoney has to stop her at one point, but Velvet on the authority of “God” doesn’t seem to care, going back to stomping on Jackson, only to press her knee into her throat and lean in, forcing the ref to begin the DQ count. Velvet eventually gets off, leaving Jackson clutching her throat. Velvet drags Jackson out of the corner to get a cover – 1…NO! Jackson quickly kicks out. Velvet immediately grabs hold of Kristy’s throat with a wraparound chin lock. Velvet keeps Jackson here for a good bit, wearing her down, until Jackson finally gets her wits about her enough to run straight towards a corner, propping her foot up, and shooting herself back, squashing Velvet right beneath her as they come down. As soon as they hit the canvas, Velvet lets go, as Jackson rolls over the body of Velvet and back to her feet before executing a beautiful standing moonsault!! Jackson now with the cover – 1…2…NO!! Velvet still with some fight in her gets back to her feet quickly, only to be met by a dropkick that sends her backpedalling into a corner now. Kristy makes some space between she and the corner clad Velvet, closing that gap with a cartwheel back elbow smash!! The crowd lights up for that flashy and fancy move, prompting Velvet to stumble out of the corner right into Jackson, who greets her with a hurricanrana pin! Kristy keeps Velvet trapped beneath her legs – 1…2…3-NO!! Velvet is able to make her way out!
Diamond “ I don’t want to call this absolute BULLSHIT we’re watching here, we ALL know what’s going to happen with that SNAKE on the outside. Despite Kristy’s BEST intentions.”
Even with “God” by her side, Velevet is getting taken for a ride now by Jackson who greets her with a pair of arm drags that scramble Velvet’s head even more. As Velvet looks to use the ropes to get to her feet, Jackson rushes over and grabs her wrist, looking for the Irish whip, but it gets reversed. Jackson is whipped instead, but ducks underneath a Velvet clothesline on the rebound, leaping onto the second rope…springboard corkscrew moonsault press!! Velvet is flattened beneath the spinning and ever energetic body of Kristy Jackson, prompting another cover – 1…2…3…NO!!! Velvet doesn’t go down on that high octane offense, prompting much of the air to leave the crowd. Even with Jackson not being able to put Velvet away here, she tries another whip into the ropes, getting that reversed again, Velvet instinctively whipping Kristy into the ropes. On the rebound, Velvet lowers her head, only for Jackson to jump over her and mule stomp on her spine. As Velvet rolls over to tend to her back, as Jackson points and ventures towards the top rope before making it there, the crowd now on their feet. Before Jackson can leap, however Velvet grabs Mahoney’s leg saying “her back” with the ref’s back turned the HEAT is unleashed as Frost springs onto the apron and lowers the top rope, causing Jackson to lose her balance and fall off the top rope!!!!
Diamond “Well what a surprise, she fell.”
Baxter “Strong winds Derrick.”
As Jackson goes tumbling down and recovers, she wanders right into the now “healed” Velvet’s clutches, who takes her up in a backdrop that is transitioned into a neckbreaker drop. Instead of going for the cover here, Velvet struggles to regain her composure, and then taunts the crowd a bit before going to the top rope herself, taking her time for some reason. When Jackson sees how much time she’s taking, she pulls a page out of “God’s” play book and tries to lower the top rope, but Velvet sees it coming and leaps from off the top rope towards the canvas, front rolling to her feet. As that happens, Jackson blindly rushes towards Velvet, only to HUG JACKSON AND SPIT BLACK MIST ALL OVER BLINDING JACKSON….” HEAVENLY EMBRACE” THE STRAIGHT JACKET SLAM CONNECTTS!!!!!!!! Velvet with makes the cover – 1…2…3…!!
*DING....DING*
Frost: and the WINNER…(heat)….as if she LACKED any faith….VELVET!!!!!
MORE HEAT
Frost joins Velvet in the ring, Velvet is quick to fall to one knee, with “God” kissing her hand as he stands her up and hands off the microphone.
Velvet: Boys and Girls watching around the world, I just want you to know ANYTHING is possible when you believe in GOD!
HEAT
Velvet: Speaking of witch….I mean which, Angel….(pop)…sweetheart you had a cute match tonight, a little long but then again you LACK FAITH IN FROST…(heat)…so SINNERS suffer more than believers and since I’m a believer, that’s why I’m UNDEFEATED at WrestleWar’s!!!!!
HEAT
Diamond “You won ONE match….WITH A CROWBAR!!!!”
Velvet: So Angel you’ve asked for a match and I’m going to have to say….(Velvet looks over at Frost who nods his head)……..NO!!!!
HEAT
Velvet: Unless……next week on Brawl talk we have a face to face inside HIS…..house…..a church…..you and me….inside God’s HOUSE….you step in and CONFESS your TRUE reasons as to why you, a member of the unwashed millions, thinks they have earned the chance to step onto the battlefield with a TRUE Archangel of the Lord, Frost almighty.
Diamond “ So the ONLY way this Jezebel is going to agree to the match is if Angel meets here in a church? There’s SOMETHING SO WRONG with that idea.”
Baxter “Ask and ye shall receive, if Angel wants to go to war with anther one of God’s angel’s she going to have to go to church first.”
The heat continues as Frost embraces his follower as we can hear him say “That was beautiful”, the two than engage in a slight kiss before cameras cut backstage showing Angel watching the disgusting acts in the ring shaking her head.
HEAT the Kingdome until it burns with FIRE
Keeping in the backstage area we find Denise Essex standing by with a special guest;
Denise Essex: Please welcome my guests at this time, WGWF Hall of Famers, Heat and Fire!
HUGE POP for Heat and Fire as the camera zooms out to reveal the fan favorite tag team standing next to Denise Essex.
Denise Essex: Two weeks ago, you both retuned to Monday Night Brawl, flanking Jocelyn Camden backstage as she was in a war of words with the Extinction. Why did you back up Jocelyn Camden?
Heat: Let’s make one thing clear, Denise. We’re not Jocelyn Camden’s backup. We’re not Angel’s backup. We’re not ANYONE’S backup! We’re not anyone’s hired guns. We stand for justice. We’re here to be on the right side of history. For years, Paul Frost has tried to take over the WGWF. In recent times, he was his own hired guns in the Extinction. We’re here to take them down.
Fire: Paul Frost is a false god. This man abused a woman who was dying from cancer. This man wanted to kill children, and that ain’t no gimmick. Why would anyone want to worship this man?
Heat: And yet, Velvet, Dusk, and Ridge continue to follow him.
Fire: Listen here, Velvet. Frost only helps you when you whine to him. He’s only in it for his own personal gain because he’s a selfish prick. But I guess if “God” can’t be self-important, who can?
Heat: Last week on Brawl Talk, we got our chance to get our hands on Paul Frost’s goons for the first time. We were fortunate to be joined by Angel in that battle. But, Denise, that was only the first battle in our war against Paul Frost.
Denise Essex: You know you lost your match last week by disqualification when you both attacked Ryan Dusk with steel chairs.
Fire: Yeah, we know. It was well worth it. Like my bro said, last week was only the first battle. We’ve lost plenty of matches over the course of our career, and we’re still in the WGWF Hall of Fame.
Heat: Velvet, Dusk, and Ridge, forgive the pun, but I think you all need to have a “come-to-Jesus” moment. You’re Paul Frost’s only followers; his only worshippers. And you are his only followers because everyone else in WGWF already knew what a garbage HUMAN BEING Paul Frost was, and still is. He is a HUMAN BEING, nothing more!
Fire: Actually, maybe less.
Heat: So to answer your original question, Denise. We backed up Jocelyn Camden because we’re defending WGWF from the evils of Paul Frost, and we’ll take all the help we can get. We have yet to get our hands on the man himself. Last week you saw his vicious attack on Angel. Paul Frost, we’re putting you on notice. You’re not just going to get away with that. You’re going to pay for what you did to Angel. And you are going to suffer a HEAT STROKE!
Donald Master’s: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit, introducing first making his WGWF IN RING DEBUT….(pop)….this man hails from your inner nightmares and dark desire’s….this is LOGANNNNNNN!!!!!!
The arena BLACKOUTS completely as “Bullet with a Butterfly” by Karen O rips across the speaks, blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance tunnel as smoke billows from below as the half pained warrior …LOGAN walks out on stage to a well received POP from the crowd. He quickly slides under the bottom rope and finds himself in a seated position in a far turnbuckle waiting for his challenger.
Diamond “I’m being told the young man, age twenty-two is a high flyer and spent time in Mexico learning the Lucha Style of things but that’s ALL I’ve been told.”
Donald Master’s: And introducing his opponent, he hails from Champagne, Illinois….this is…..JOHNNNNN……TOLLYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
Just as the open theme to Tolly’s theme begin it’s interrupted by Tolly himself, dressed to compete in his long red crimson tights, black boots and trench coat but Tolly carries with him a microphone in hand.
Tolly: Wait…..WAIT….Logan….it’s Logan right?
Cameras pan back to the ring as Logan is now on his feet nodding his head.
Tolly: Great, Logan just give me a second here and I’ll be right with you kid. I’ve got some OTHER business to take care of first……. BRIAN CADY!
HEAT
Tolly: Camera man….long hair fellea get up here, UP REAL CLOSE.
The cameras man follows Tolly’s direction as we’re left with a close up shot with Tolly still sporting bruises suffered LAST month
Tolly: I saw your WORTHLESS attempt at high school musical acting on Brawl Talk, such a fairy queen Brian. The whole over acting just hams you up as EVEN MORE of a joke than when we ran together back in the UWF days. THAT’S what this is ALL about between you and I, you just CAN’T stand the fact that I was, I’m and WILL ALWAYS BE BETTER THAN YOU! Instead of being an actual MAN with a set, instead of actually facing me IN THIS RING, FACE TO FACE AND ASKING FOR A FIGHT…you….you bitch ass punk me in a parking lot and then get mad when I return the beating and then you add this BULLSHIT of being asked to not only beat me up but then stopping at this mystery man’s demands.
Please Brian, take your meds and DON’T let that dominatrix pull your chain like the DOG YOU ARE and ADMIT THAT YOU JUST CAN’T BEAT ME!!!!! We’ll Brian let me tell you May….25th….in front of YOUR hometown…..I’m going to do ALL of New York a favor and KICK THEIR WORTHLESS AND LEAST FAVORITE SON OUT OF TOWN…..WRESTLEWAR’S….I ACCEPT!!!!!
With that Tolly shoves the microphone into the chest of the camera man, so hard in fact the camera man falls back as the hard cameras follow Tolly who slides into the ring and removes his trench coast as the bell is rung.
*Ding….Ding*
Both men begin circling one another and initiate a tight collar-and-elbow tie up that Logan gets the advantage on, wrenching Tolly with a headlock. John quickly finds his way out of it, wrenching Logan’s wrist and arm behind him into a hammerlock before reaching up and pulling him in for a headlock of his own. Logan uses this to back into the ropes, slinging Tolly across the ring and undoing the hold, but on the rebound, he’s SMACKED with a hard shoulder block. Logan goes down, only to see John rebound off the ropes and for Logan to lay flat so that he may keep running. Off of this second rebound, Logan surprises Tolly by catching him in yet another headlock, but Tolly keeps his momentum going from off the ropes and spins while in Logan’s possession…and turns it into a SPINNING BACK SUPLEX!! A very nifty counter there as John sets up the first fall of the contest –1…2-NO!!
Diamond “Early on Tolly’s focus while on Logan, still has to be on weather or not Cady is lurking in the arena this evening. We KNOW that physco is looking to strike back.”
Logan still has plenty life, throwing up his shoulder and using it to sling himself back to his feet. He gets back up only to see Tolly punt him in the gut and catch him in a front headlock, setting him up…PERFECT SUPLEX!! Tolly with another crisp move there–1…2…NO!!Again, Logan won’t go down so easily. As Tolly tugs Logan back to his feet, again trapping him in a headlock, but once again Logan uses the ropes to fling Tolly across the ring. On this rebound, Tolly attempts to perhaps CLOTHESLINE LOGAN, but Logan ducks it close to the ropes and sends TOLLY OVER THE TOP ROPE…but he lands on the apron! Tolly delivers a hard right hand that knocks Logan away, only for Logan to come right back with his own. Tolly delivers another hard right, only for Logan to retaliate with a HIGH ROUNDHOUSE TO TOLLY’S HEAD!! Tolly is stupefied and surprised by the move, but he’s not knocked off the apron just yet. He’s dizzied and leaning, allowing Logan to run and rebound off the opposite ropes to fling himself towards Tolly…and go for a RUNNING DROPKICK…but he stalls the kick in midair…AND INSTEAD HITS A STALLED LOW DROPKICK that takes Tolly’s legs from under him!! The veteran falls from his apron perch and cracks his jaw off of the ring apron! Tolly is trying to pick himself up off the outside, only for him to look up and sees Logan flying at him…SLINGSHOT HURRICANRANA!! THE PLANCHA HURRICANRANA CONNECTS!!
Baxter “Tolly BETTER get focused on Logan quick, this unknown may JUST upset a wrestler on their way to the GRANDEST STAGE looking how he dresses like, a LOSER!”
The crowd is steadily getting behind Logan here, the winless cruiserweight pumping a minor fist before staying on Tolly. He takes the woozy Tolly now and slides him right back under the ropes and into the ring. The kid has a chance here, following John into the ring and going for what could be a big cover – 1…2…NO!! Tolly is dizzied, but he’s not knocked out, as he throws a shoulder up and brings himself back up to his feet. He meets a standing Logan, who is ready to blitz him with SHOOT KICKS TO HIS SIDES!! Logan looks to end his sequence with a big ROUNDHOUSE TO TOLLY’S HEAD…NO!! John catches the kick, but Logan bounces off of his other leg…ENZEGUIRI…NO!! Tolly dodges that one as well, sending Logan flat on the canvas with Tolly in possession still of his other leg. He quickly wraps that leg around his ankle, then securing the other leg and doing the same. Once those are locked in, he reaches over and grabs hold of both of Logan’s arms, pulling him up to try and gain some backwards momentum…before both men roll back…SURFBOARD STRETCH!! Logan is screaming in pain; his arms being wrenched behind him and his knees being torn from under him. The crowd is heating up, Logan is trying to find some way out of this. Referee Chelsea Keibler is asking Logan if he wants to give up, the determinant young stud refusing to give in here, with or without his mentor. As Logan stays in the game, we can see Tolly’s grip on his wrists start to climb up more towards his head…AND HE PULLS LOGAN’S HEAD INTO HIS CHEST!! LOGAN IS ALL KINDS OF CONTORTED HERE!!
Diamond “Tolly showing off a very methodical and maniacal side, he’ll need BOTH come WrestleWar’s when Cady and he square off one on one.”
As Logan refuses to give up here and take the full brunt of the pain, he reaches in and starts prying the intense Tolly’s fingers off of his face, getting him to lossen the grip. He struggles, but expands his hands away, allowing Logan to start PULLING HIS BODY UP WITH THE LEGS STILL WRAPPED in the surfboard. Almost as if he’s levitating a zombie rising out of the crave, Logan is almost hovering above John here until Tolly lets go of the legs and causes Logan to drop square on his knees. Logan is still on his knees when Tolly rolls to his feet, allowing for what could be an easy SHOOT ROUNDHOUSE position…but Logan ducks it at the last second and causes Tolly to spin all the way around, opening up his back to his opponent, who catches him in a half nelson…HALF NELSON FLIP SLAM!! WOW!! A very impressive move from Logan there, a safer variation of the half nelson driver, but nonetheless, gets a big pop from the surprised Atlanta crowd. Logan sees the chance, another big pin attempt coming -1…2…3-NO!! As impressive a move as it was, it doesn’t quite put the resilient Tolly away, Logan trying to perhaps think of something to follow it up with. Logan looks over to pick Tolly back up but Tolly then gets a burst of life, retaliating with a surprising EUROPEAN UPPERCUT that has such veracity behind it, it knocks Logan back into the ropes. He springs off of them, only to be greeted by a Tolly SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST!! The kick knocks Logan back so hard, he goes careening into the ropes yet again, bouncing off and rebounding back towards Tolly…who nails him in the chest with a Leonidas-like THRUST KICK that sends Logan backpedalling and shooting off the ropes in Irish whip fashion back at Tolly, who quickly scoops him up onto his shoulders…before dropping him with a SAMOAN DRIVER!! Tolly returns the favor by dropping Logan on his head!! The pumped Tolly scoots over and hooks both of Logan’s legs – 1…2…3-NO!!! LOGAN STAYS ALIVE!! Amidst an onslaught of offense, Logan stays in this thing! His entire body is pretty much limp, but he wants to stay in this thing! Tolly takes the battered Logan and tries to pull him to his feet, struggling with the limp weight, but manages to get him up. He tosses Logan into the opposite ropes, looking for something on the rebound…A SLEEPER HOLD!! Tolly really looks to wear Logan down here!
Diamond “This poor kid being turned into a human pretzel via Tolly.”
Baxter “ I bet he doesn’t even see that sad SOB’s half a painted face, he’s probably thinking he’s squeezing the life out of Cady instead.”
If Logan has any extra steam, Tolly wants to wrench it out of him, wrenching his head in the classic clutch. Logan is fading rather quickly, but manages to gather himself after a few seconds and deliver a pair of blows to John’s ribs. This loosens the grip, but doesn’t kill the hold until Logan slips out from under him and crawls beneath Tolly’s legs. As Tolly stoops over to perhaps reach back, Logan grabs Tolly’s wrists and yanks them forward, flipping him over! Logan then throws his body over Tolly’s, hooking him up in a NIFTY LUCHA LIBRE COVER –
1…
2…
3-NO!!
The well-traveled Tolly is able to unhook the hold, but no later than when he gets to his feet does Logan charge at him once more, only to slip on through his legs again, this time with a SCHOOL BOY ROLL-UP –
1…
2…
3-NO!!
Tolly torques out of the school boy…AND GOES FOR THE DRAGON…but Logan performs a grounded summersault over his own head to wrench out of the hold, now taking reach of Tolly’s legs and getting him in a PRAWN HOLD –
1…
2…
NO!!!
Tolly throws his legs forward and tucks Logan’s head in, turning the prawn hold into a SUNSET COVER –
1…
2…
NO!!
Logan rocks back, pinning Tolly beneath him with both legs hooked –
1…
2…
NO!!
Tolly again shifts the teetertotter forward, pinning Logan again with the SUNSET COVER –
1…
2…
NO!!
Logan claps his thighs together and ends that cover, only for he and Tolly to rapidly roll back to their feet on opposite corners. Both men pony up and rush at each other, a physical game of joust coming…only for Logan to hit a HURRICANRANA PIN!! Logan uses Tolly’s momentum against him, as his shoulders go CRASHING against the canvas!! Logan grips one leg and tries to grip the other –
1…
2…
3-NO!!
Diamond “LOGAN ALMOST HAD IT!!”
Baxter “It’s the WGWF, it’s Monday Night BRAWL….IT’S THE ROAD TO WRESTLEWAR’S…almost just ISN’T good enough.”
Tolly groggily gets to his feet, as Logan wraps him in a front headlock, drifting on over by a second corner rope…pushing off…TORNADO DDT!! LOGAN NAILS THE TORNADO DDT!! TOLLY’S HEAD IS DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS!! Logan can hardly believe what’s going on, and neither can the Philips Arena, who are white hot for this underdog of underdogs. Logan looks determined… stepping through the ropes, but instead now going to climb the top turnbuckle. He’s goanna try for it. Tolly isn’t moving, the crowd is on their feet, and Logan prepares his balance and stands up straight on the top rope– SHOOTING STAR PRESS…NOBODY HOME!! NO!!
Baxter “OUCH, I give the jump an eight Derrick but the LANDING all ZERO’S….like this Logan I mean these people are ATCUALLY cheering him….how can you TRUST let alone CHEER a man with NO ZIP CODE?”
LOGAN STAYS ALIVE!!! LOGAN IS STAYING ALIVE!! How is he going on? Tolly then takes the limp Logan and wraps him up in a reverse cradle, before hoisting back…BACK SUPLEX!! Logan’s head is driven in the canvas as he’s flipped over, Tolly trying not to waste any time on this one –1…2…3……NO!! LOGAN ROLLS A SHOULDER!! BUT HOW?? But wait…DRAGON SLEEPER!! DRAGON SLEEPER!! TOLLY GRABS AND WRAPS AROUND THE ARM AROUND LOGAN’S NECK ON THE KICKOUT!! The only life in Logan’s body now is the one in his face, written in absolute agony. Logan is screaming, clawing with his free hand, trying to find a way out of this when his entire body behind him won’t really move. Tolly is selling the intensity of the hold, trying with all his might to rear back and grit as the crowd loses their shit. Logan is scrambling, trying to turn both men so he can get in good enough position to make it to a rope. Tolly just shifts his weight just a hair, completely stopping Logan’s momentum. Logan has to find another way, scriffing around with his legs…AND MANAGES TO HANG AN ANKLE ONTO A BOTTOM ROPE!!
Diamond “This is a BREAKOUT performance on the road to WrestleWar’s, this match has been about the will, desire and HEART of Logan. This newbie to the WGWF his IN-RING DEBUT and he’s pulling out ALL the stops.”
Tolly respectfully lets go with no real shenanigans outside of a referee DQ three count, but he rolls away and watches as the battered kid tries his damndest to get back to his feet. We can almost see the pain in Tolly’s face. He’s a competitor, but it looks like he doesn’t want to keep breaking this kid down. Logan painfully and groggily gets up and is leaning up against a corner. Tolly shakes off any emotional look he has and sees a vertical opponent, CHARGING AT THE CORNER…BOOT TO THE FACE FROM LOGAN!! Logan counters with an unspectacular, but practical, blow to the face! This sends Tolly reeling, making him back up quite a few steps to make sure all his teeth are in. As he does that, Logan musters up his remaining strength and pulls himself up to the top rope, the crowd starting to get back on their feet. As Tolly drifts back towards the corner, only to look up and see a FLYING LOGAN…FLYING DOUBLE KNEES!! THE FLYING DOUBLE KNEES!! Tolly is taken down hard! But that might’ve been all the wear that Logan had left! As Logan hits the canvas hard on the high-risk move, not able to get up immediately.
Diamond “Logan BACK on the offensive here and these members of the WGWF Universe have seemed to connected with this young enigma of an athlete.”
It takes him a few seconds to lift himself off the canvas, but by that time, Tolly is starting to recover as well. The wobbly legged Logan turns to see Tolly drunkenly getting up, turning around…and Logan aims for a STUNNING SUPERKICK…NO!! Tolly catches the kick before it hits his face, spinning Logan around and grabbing him in a rear waistlock, all in one smooth motion…AND NAILS A GERMAN SUPLEX!! But Tolly’s not done, rolling the hips and keeping the waistlock in…A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX!! John holds the bridge on this one, giving him a DOUBLE SUPLEX PIN on Logan –1…2…3…NO!! WITH ALL HIS STRENGTH AND MIGHT, LOGAN THRASHES FOR THE KICKOUT!! The crowd lets out a HUGE pop, Logan using every last bit of strength he potentially had left to get out and keep going! Tolly is stunned, forced onto his bottom and looking at Logan with happy disbelief. He looks up with a wry smile at Keibler, who only flashes two fingers.
“FIGHT FOREVER” *clapclapclap* “FIGHT FOREVER”
“FIGHT FOREVER” *clapclapclap* “FIGHT FOREVER”
“FIGHT FOREVER” *clapclapclap* “FIGHT FOREVER”
Logan again, is crawling and trying to gain any kind of leverage he can to get back to his feet. He’s once again in the corner, using the ropes to pull his decimated body back to his feet. Once again, Tolly sees this and prepares himself, bullrushing Logan once he gets vertical…EXPLODING CORNER DROPKICK!! Logan doesn’t have the strength to muster out a counter this time, his entire body being forced to collide with the submission specialist before him–1…2…3—NO!! This one isn’t as close as the previous ones, but the crows pops in amazement as Logan just keeps on going. He refuses to give in. Tolly shakes his head once again, but he doesn’t have a smile this time. His frustration is mounting as he gets back to his feet, looking down at this dude with guts at his feet. Logan is still stirring, possibly using everything he has in him to get to his feet...scratching, clawing…only to SLAP JOHN TOLLY IN THE FACE!!
Baxter “Oh BOY”
Diamond “Oh boy is right, Tolly HAS a dark side, Tolly can be a RUTHLESS KILLER ala Brian Cady and Logan just SLAPPED the veteran in his face.”
The defiant, determined, and possibly angry Logan makes the ATL pop for him again! Logan doesn’t have much strength left, meanwhile Tolly taking the slap in stride, nodding his head at his challenger…before taking his doubled over opponent in his arms and hoisting him up…AND SPIKES HIM TO THE CANVAS WITH HIS FLOAT OVER DDT!!!! THE “CHAMPANGE DREA” THE DDT FROM AN ELVATED POSTION DRIVES LOGAN INTO THE CANVAS!! OH MY WORD!! There’s a deal of sorrow in Tolly ’s eyes when he nails the move, although he’s still angry at the defiance. Logan is folded like an accordion now, laying Logan flat for the cover and hooking the near leg –
….ONE….
…TWO…
..THREE!!!!
*DING……DING*
Donald Master’s: The WINNER of the match…..JOHNNNNN……TOLLYYYYYYYY!!!!!!
Diamond” Tolly has his SIGHTS set on WrestleWar’s with a showdown with a psychopath but on THIS night Tolly was able to outlast the desire of the upstart simply known as Logan in his WGWF debut.”
As Tolly’s hand is raise in victory cameras catch Logan who was made his way to a corner in a seated position, most of not all his face pain has begun to peel off and even though it’s Tolly’s theme that is blasted across the PA, the WGWF Universe within the walls of the Philips arena begins to chant……
“YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE” *clapclapclap* “YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE”
“YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE” *clapclapclap* “YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE”
“YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE” *clapclapclap* “YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE”
Baxter “ You know what Derrick I wouldn’t BET against that sentiment.”
Diamond “Agreed….and LOOK….CLASS ALL THE WAY BY TOLLY”
Fans POP as cameras show Tolly extending his arm to the upstart who grabs it as he’s pulled up to his feet as he & Tolly exchange words before Tolly grabbing Logan’s wrist and turning around to the hard camera where JOHN TOLLY RAISES LOGAN’S ARM…..WAIT….WAIT….FROM BEHIND THE CAMERA MAN ASSAULTS BOTH TOLLY & LOGAN!!!!!!
Baxter “WHAT IN THE HELL….HELLO…..BRAIN CADY!!!!!!”
The HEAT is real, as Logan takes less of the brunt of the camera which is RAMMED INTO TOLLY’S BACK as Logan falls out of the ring. The camera is left in pieces as the camera man removes his hat & blond long wig along with sunglasses reveling the “Xtreme mad man” Brian Cady standing over a prone John Tolly. A wicked smile is craved across Cady’s face, as he delivers a few kicks to the chest of Tolly before bending down directly over his face., we don’t need a microphone to hear what Cady is saying……..
Cady: Your mouth just wrote a cheque YOUR ASS IS GOING TO CASH AT MY WRESTLEWAR’S…..A WRESTLER WARS YOU ROBBED ME OF MY CHANCE AT GLORY….SO I’LL MAKE A NIGHT OF GORY…..YOUR GORE…..YOUR BLOOD…TEARS AND BROKEN BONES WILL LITTER THE STREETS OF NEW YORK AND YOU’LL NEVER KNOW WHY.
Cady caps off his madness with a KICK TO THE BALLS OF TOLLY!!!!!! Finally dropping down and rolling out of the ring leaving Tolly in a world of hurt as cameras leave ringside and return backstage where Denise Essex is standing in the arena’s parking garage.
Andy Arrives?
Essex: I’ve been told that ANDY JOHNSON…(pop)….is expected to arrive in any second, hopefully we can get Andy’s answer to Matt’s SHOCKING invitation to join the WrestleWar’s main event and, and THIS COULD BE HIM……
Denise trails off as a long black limo pulls into frame and very shortly after the engine stops the driver is quick to open the back passengers door and out steps…..
“CHRONIC”
CHRIS PAGE
ICONIC POP
Baxter “IT’S HIM, IT’S DA’MAN, IT’S THE HALL OF FAME…NOT HALL OF FAME’ER BUT THE GOD DAMN HALL OF FAME…. CHRIS PAGE!!!!!!!”
Page steps out of the lino, sporting a return to his debut look his long hair makes a return tied in a pony tail sitting under a black fedora along with his signature shades and a long navy dress coast complete with a black scarf and a very WIDE grin creeping across his face.
Essex : Chris….Chris Page…WELCOME……….
Page : Shhhhhhh…….give me a moment……..I’M HOME!!!!!!
POP
Essex: Before you go Chris can I ask about Andy? I mean what Matt said to kick off the show about Andy getting a spot in the main event again with you his……..
Page: No YOU CAN’T ask me about Andy.
HEAT
Page: I don’t speak about MISTAKES……(heat)….tonight Denise I’m here to AGAIN walk down that isle, sign a contract, MAIN EVENT ANTHER WRESTLEWAR’S…(pop)….and MAKE HISTORY AS AN EIGHT TIME WGWF CHAMPION!
POP
Page (removes his shades): THAT’S WHY I’M HERE DENISE, THAT’S WHY DADDY’S BACK!
Cameras cutaway showing a spilt screen of both Rep Inc (Dixon & Frazier) & then Heat & Fire each team preparing backstage for their clash later this evening.
Diamond “Well while Chris Page seems to have his mind focused on gold OVER family, upcoming after the break we will see tag team action Rep Inc verse Heat and Fire where the WINNERS will go onto WrestleWar’s teaming up with Marcus Enderton to face the Extinction for the WGWF TRINITY TAG TEAM TITLES, that match is NEXT!!!!!!”
*** Commercial Break ***
Dicks & Pussies
Returning from break there is a HUGE POP as cameras catch Hall of Fame’er JOCELYN CAMDEN walking down a hall way, it’s obvious the Hall of Fame’er is ready for tonight’s main event face to face until an outstretched arm stops Camden from walking any further.
“Hello GORGEOUS!”
The HEAT is wicked as RAZIEL steps into frame blocking Camden’s way, his slicked back hair and greasy smile invade the camera shot as Camden’s scowl is on full display.
Camden: If you’re looking for drunks to beat up Justin may I suggest the corner down the street where those tranny’s are getting wasted something tells me you would fit right in.
Raziel: Hey, hey easy there Camden. I’m NOT looking for a fight, instead I’m offering YOU my full support for WrestleWar’s. After all you are the ONLY one in that match whose actually WON an Elimination Chamber and Raziel NEVER bets on a loser. So you should take my cheer leading as a complement not an insult.
Camden: No what I should take is YOUR FACE AND RUN IT THROUGH A WALL….(POP)…for what you did for TAX….sure he maybe a worthless piece of trash but you Justin are and even BIGGER PIECE OF HUMAN SHIT than Tax ever could be. And this flattery is just you dick sucking looking for a SHOT against me and the WGWF Championship AFTER WrestleWar’s, well in case you haven’t notice I don’t have a dick for you to suck.
POP
Raz (grin fades as he stands nose to nose with Camden): Just listen to that self conceded BULLSHIT…….(heat)….I’m Justin….FUCKING Raziel Jones….you CUNT FUCK…I’ve been WORLD CHAMPION before and I’ll do it again without ANY cock sucking or pussy licking. Instead I’ll just CRUBSTOMP BASTARDS OR BITCHES…(heat)….and since I’m done drowning drunks how about I move onto YOU!!!!!
The stare last’s longer than expect and before a punch can be thrown an army of backstage referees & officials are there to have each side MOVE out of the other’s way as cameras return to ringside to Derrick Diamond & Professor Baxter.
Diamond: You talk about emotions running high as the road to WrestleWar’s draws closer…..Camden and Raziel although that would be a HELL OF A MATCH UP…it will have to wait for now.
Baxter: Hopefully we WON’T have to wait to long for anther Raziel world title run, but next up a tag team match stands in the way of either Rep Inc or Heat & Fire to move onto WrestleWar’s for the chance at TRINITY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP….HISTORY!!!!!!
Donald Master’s: The following Tag Team Match is scheduled for ONE FALL, where the winning team will advance to WRESTLEWAR’S to team with Marcus Enderton to compete for the FIRST EVER WGWF TRINITY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!!!!!
POP
Master’s: Introducing their opponents, first at a combined weight of 529 pounds they are WGWF Hall of Fame Members…….(POP)….. residing RIGHT HERE IN ATLANTA….(hometown POP)………HEATTTTTTTTTTTT & FIREEEEEE!!!!!!
“Sweet Child of Mine” by G&R rips across the arena, the lights flash from red to yellow over and over again as the Hall of Fame'ers….HEAT & FIRE….make their entrance to this capacity crowd. Huge Fireballs engulf the entrance way as this already hot crowd is BURNING up with excitement as the two make their way down to the ring.
Donald Master’s: And their opponents at a combined weight of 522 pounds, they are……ANDRE DIXIONNNNNNN……(pop)……ROD FRAIZERRRRRRR…….THEY ARE REP INCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!
On the screen, "YA BETTA WATCH YA BACK!" is shown as “Party Up” by DMX rips across the sound system as a LARGE FIREBALL explodes from below the stage and there standing in it’s smoke stands both Frazier & Dixon. Each man dressed in a pair of black jeans with “REP INC” spray painted on the left pant leg & their respected name on the right pant leg, each man wears white working boots, Dix ion is shirtless wile Frazier wears a black vest again REP INC displayed on the back along with an white bandanna as Dixon sports a baseball cap. The due makes their way down to the ring and ATTACKS HEAT & FIRE BEFORE THE BELL RINGS!!!!!!
Baxter “WATCH OUT HERE!!!”
We see Dixon sending Heat into a far corner and driving his shoulder into Heat’s ribs as Fire & Frazier exchange right hands in the middle of the ring, with Rod gaining the upper hand before sending Fire into the ropes and EXPLODING WITH A SNAP BELL TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!!! Fire flies across the ring as Dixon sends Heat towards Fraizer WHO DROPS HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!!!! Rep INC showing off power & speed before the bell even rings.
*Ding….Ding*
Andre goes into Heat’s corner and throws him over the top rope to the floor, while stepping out onto the apron himself to appease the referee. Rod then goes over to the destroyed and barely standing Fire, who drops to his knees and flat on his face in front of Frazier. The crowd is hot on Rep Inc’s case right now, no one wanting it to end like this, as Frazier shoots the half and tries to push over the dead weight of Fire before he finally does, hooking a leg and kicking his legs in excitement- 1…2…3…!!! NO!!! FIRE KICKS OUT!! The crowd ignites, as things aren’t as over as they looked! Rod looks at the referee and shouts at him for a moment before going into his corner and tagging in Dixon, both men going over to the still downed Fire and appear to set him up for the powerbomb/neckbreaker combo, but as they lift Fire high, Heat re-enters the frame, delivering a chop block to Frazier, forcing him to drop Fire’s body from the powerbomb position. With Dixon only holding the head and neck of Fire, he’s is able to elbow him off before delivering a hard forearm to him and forcing him away and near his partner. As both Frazier & Dixon get to their feet, they, and all in attendance, are surprised when HEAT & FIRE NAIL SIMULTANIOUS DROPKICKS, sending their challengers to roll outside the ring to re-think their entire plan. Heat and Fire, however, don’t immediately get up from their dropkicks, as the damage Rep Inc. dished out is still very much affecting them, the team having to use each other as crutches to slowly get to their feet, the crowd building a crescendo in pop the closer they get there. They finally get vertical, leading to a huge pop, both men signaling for their challengers to get back in the ring and do this, Frazier is noticeably irked by that, but he takes his frustration out to hitting Fire with a pair of boots to the head. He then drags Fire back to his feet and tries to whip him into an empty corner, but Fire reverses the whip and sends Frazier spiraling into it instead. Fire immediately follows that up with a huge corner clothesline that squishes Frazier so hard, he drunkenly walks out of the corner right into his waiting clutches for a GERMAN SUPLEX…NO!! Frazier jams the move, hooking a leg around Fire’s and preventing the move from being done. Fire tries and tries, but Frazier won’t let him lift him, instead prying Fire’s grip around his midsection apart. When he’s gotten sufficient space, Frazier leaps up and cracks Fire in the face with a picture perfect DROPKICK!! This sends Fire right back down and gives Frazier enough time to get to his corner and tag in Dixon, who enters and sets himself up rushing towards Fire and leaping onto the second turnbuckle rope looking for a TURNBUCKLE SPLASH…NO!! Fire gets the knees up at the last possible second!!
Diamond “ In their HALL OF FAME career’s, the team of Heat and Fire have never WON any sort of Tag Team Championship. They’re DESPERATE for that chance come WrestleWar’s.”
Fire rolling back to his feet now takes his boot and stats grinding it against his face before taking him up and whipping him into an empty corner, the recoil bringing Andre right into Fire’s’s arms…BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! The powerful Fire slings Andre right over her head! Smith now darts over for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Dixon still has some life in him! Fire doesn’t get agitated, making sure to stay focused. He then takes Andre and flips him into a Tree of Woe in his corner, now tagging in Heat. He jumps in, only to be grabbed hold by Fire, who whips him towards the corner and nails Andre with a LOW CORNER DROPKICK!! Dixon’s body falls from the corner as his head is pushed in, but the falling body is caught by Fire, who is still in the ring. Fire grapples around Andre’s midsection…and nails a BEAUTIFUL WHEELBARROW SUPLEX!! The double team move is seamless, but as soon as Andre’s head is driven into the canvas on that, Heat is ready and waiting to finish the combo with a jackknife cover – 1…2…3-NO!! FRAZIER jumps across the ring to save his partner now, stopping the pin! Frazier gets admonished, but he doesn’t seem to care much. Heat now has to see if he can tangle with the larger Dixon, nailing him with several repeat shoot kicks while Andre tries to recover. The vicious feet of Heat seem to be doing the trick, but as he goes for the FINISHING ROUNDHOUSE, Andre ducks and catches Heat around the midsection, but now it’s Heat’s turn to fight out, undoing the grapple and nailing Andre with a LEAPING BACK ENZEGUIRI!! Dixon is rocked and goes down hard, Heat with another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Andre still has something left in the tank! Heat, like his partner, avoids becoming irritated and opts to try and lift Andre back to his feet, but Andre pushes Fire off of him and into the ropes, Fire catching onto them so he doesn’t rebound. As Andre rushes at him, but gets caught with a BACKFLIP KICK for his troubles, Fire flipping onto the apron on the blow. He now looks to be setting up for what could be the killing shot, going for perhaps a SPRINGBOARD NECKBREAKER…BIG BOOT!! DIXON DROPS HEAT FROM OUT OF THE SKY!! A stunning visual indeed, as Andre now goes for what could be an academic cover – 1…2…3-NO!! FIRE saves his partner! Andre now breaks his focus to gets up to get in Fire’s face, but both men are pulled apart by King, as Fire is now admonished by him. As Andre goes right back to beating Heat down before taking him up over his head and planting him back down with a MILITARY PRESS DROP!! The power of Andre is on display here, now looking to prep for perhaps the finish, waiting for Heat to get back to his feet…GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB…NO!! Heat manages to spin it into a hurricanrana! Heat’s gets the space he needs to try and get to his corner, but as he stumbles to try and tag Fire in, he’s cut off by a VICIOUS LARIAT FROM DIXON!!
Baxter “ Reparation Inc are SERIOUS about taking back what they feel BELONGS to them by ANY means necessary. Tonight it may be the career’s of Heat and Fire.”
Andre then wraps himself around Heat’s waist, lifting him up…into a bearhug!! Fire’s decimated lower back is seriously put to the test here, as he yells out in pain and for Heat to help him out. His equally damaged partner is reaching, doing his best to try and get the tag, but they’re so far apart. As Heat starts delivering elbows to Andre’s head, but Dixon simply readjusts and clinches the hold tighter, stirring the pain. Heat stays in the hold for several more excruciating seconds before he starts putting his weight forward and pushing towards his corner, Andre being forced to backpedal. With Fire reaching out as far as he can to get to his partner, but still far too far. The bearhug inches closer and closer, just when they seem like a fingertip away…Andre dashes forward and drives Heat’s spine into Rep Inc’s corner instead. Frazier smiles and says ‘nice’ before leaning away as Andre isn’t done. He backpedals again, Heat still in his clutches and drives the back into the iron post a second time! This time, Andre pins Heat’s body between his own and the ring post, Frazier grabbing the tag rope and tagging Dixon on his back, becoming the legal man. Rod doesn’t step in, instead standing on the middle rope on the apron, grabbing the back of Heat ‘s head. As Andre keeps Heat’s body pinned up for a second until his partner leaps…springboard facebuster!! Heat’s body bounces up on the impact, Frazier scooting back on his ass and turning Heat over -1…2…3-NO!!Heat stays live!! Rod then takes Heat and snapmares him right back over, driving a duet of knees into his weak back before grabbing hold of his head and flipping over with the neck snap!! Heat whiplashes violently back down to the canvas, then dragging Heat a little closer to center ring before pumping an elbow up and screaming “NIG$$$” and leaping up with a vertical leap elbow drop, driving the joint into Heat’s sternum and staying there for another cover –1…2…3-NO!! Heat gets out of that one too, prompting Frazier to float over Heat’s body and tag back in Andre, who proceeds to grab hold of Heat’s arms while Frazier grabs hold of his legs. The two appear to mentally count before they pull up and execute a two-man freefall drop!! Heat lands squarely on his back, sending him writhing now, Dixon pulling him away from the ropes for another cover –1…2…3-NO!!
Diamond “Heat ISN’T fading anytime soon in this one.”
Again, Heat shows some resolve! Andre gets a little noticeably irritated at this, taking Heat by his hair and forcing him to his feet before picking him up, walking over to an empty corner, then scoop slamming him. Heat again tends to his back, as Dixon starts taking several steps back into the opposite empty corner. He looks and even points at Fire and flashes a grin before he rushes looking for the second hop DIXONBOMB…HEAT GETS THE KNEES UP!!!!! Andre’s guts get impaled, as this could be the breath of life Heat desperately need! Heat doesn’t get up immediately from the counter, still tending to his back as he gradually does. Andre gets to his feet as well, blindly rushing at Heat, who counters that with a one-man flapjack!! Andre’s face gets planted, as Heat grimaces once more, getting to one knee. He tends to his back and inches closer and closer to his corner, where Fire is extending…HE GOT IT!! FIRE FINALLY TAGS IN!! Andre rushes right back at Fire, who dumps him with a SCOOP POWERSLAM!! Andre is back up and dashes back towards the white-hot Fire only to eat a big boot of his own!! Fire is absolutely on fire right now, the crowd going hard, waiting for Andre to get back to his feet…hoisting Dixon over his shoulder…RUNNING POWERSLAM…NO!! Dixon now stops the move, slipping off the shoulder and grabbing Fire from behind…GERMAN SUPLEX!! Fire is derailed by Dixon, who has to shake the cobwebs out of his head before reaching over and tagging in Frazier who explodes back into the ring by nailing Fire with a SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP!! Rod now with a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Fire somehow has the gusto to throw up a shoulder! Rod pounds the mat in his usual explosive anger, not liking that the match keeps going at all. As Frazier sits back and prepares for Fire to get back to his feet…JUMPING SLEEPER…NO!! Fire catches Frazier right on his shoulders and adjusts him…RUNNING POWERSLAM!! POWERSLAM CONNECTING!! Fire falls on Frazier and hooks a leg – 1…2…3…!! NO!! DIXON BURSTS INTO THE RING AND STOPS THE COUNT!!
Diamond “It’s Rep Inc’s turn to be back into a corner, Heat and Fire are BRINGING EVERYTHING THEY’VE GOT HERE AT HOME THIS EVENING!!!!”
Baxter “Maybe Marcus PAID the wrong team to watch his back.”
Andre forces the match to keep going, dragging Fire’s body off of his partner’s and starts to beat him down, but Fire fights back and pushes Andre back before rushing at him and CLOTHESLINING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!! The crowd pops as Dixon goes tumbling to the floor as Fire turns back to see Frazier…SUPERKICK!! FIRE IS BEHEADED!! Rod collapses but he does so from the wrong direction, away from his corner and away from Fire. Rod has no partner, but he covers Fire with a desperate attempt – 1…2…3-NO!! Fire still has something in him!! Frazier is beside himself now, barely able to lift his body but pounding his fists off the canvas. He groggily gets back to his feet, his entire body withered and unable to tag the still tumbled Dixon. He struts to his corner in vain and sees Andre still recovering, now forced to go back into the fray and see if he can hit Fire with a STINGER SPLASH…NOBODY HOME!! Fire tagging in Heat and the two whip Rod sternum-first into their corner. On the recoil, Frazier backpedals into their arms…AND IS PLANTED WITH A DOUBLE BACK SUPLEX!! Heat clamors to cover the limp Frazier – 1…2…3…NO!! FRAZIER STILL KICKS OUT!! Heat is surprised, but keeps his focus as he & Fire begin anther double team assault as he has Fire hold onto Rod as Heat climbs up on the top rope. Once their he leans over to receive Rod being placed on his shoulders by Fire. The crowd is buzzing as this looks like a killer SUPER DOUBLE POWERBOMB…NO!! ANDRE DIXON RETURNS TO THE RING AND CRACKS HIS FIST OFF OF FIRE’S SKULL!!!! NOW ROD STARTS FIGHTING BACK!! He pounds a flurry of right hands off of Fire’s face, getting from off his shoulders, and keeps fighting on the top rope. Dixon throws fire OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!!! Leaving Rod continuing to deliver a flurry of forearms to Heat still both men perched on the top rope…Dixon moves in as stands on the bottom rope applying a reverse headlock with Fire now turned around almost lying on the top turnbuckle facing up at the lights……..with Rod checking behind him…ANDRE LEAPS FORWARD…AND NAILS A BREATHTAKING TOP ROPE REVERSEFACEBUSTER/ AS FRAZIER NAILS A DIVING LEG DROP BULLDOG COMBO!!! OH MY GAAAAAD!!!
“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”
Baxter “IT’S OVER…..IT’S OVER….GOOD NIGHT HEAT…YOU’VE GONE COLD!!!!”
Diamond ‘I’ve never seen such a double team FINISHER like that, Rod with the cover, it’s academic here folks….ONE…..TWO…..THREE!!!!!”
*DING…..DING*
Donald Master’s: The WINNERS…(pop)….of that match and heading to WRESTLEWAR’S…..ANDRE DIXON…ROD….FRAZIER…..REP…..INCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!
Diamond “You talk about a HARD HITTING, EDGE OF YOUR SEAT….ALL THE STAKES IN THE WORLD…TAG TEAM MATCH…..THIS WAS IT… we now know that May 25th for the FIRST TIME EVER…..for the WGWF TRINITY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP’S…It will bee Marcus Enderton, Andre Dixon and Rod Frazier to face off against the Extinction’s own Paul Frost, Kenneth Ridge & Ryan Dusk at WRESTLEWAR’S!!!!!”
Baxter “Say what you will and while I giv’em grief from time to time, the hometown team of Heat and Fire certainly have NOTHING to be ashamed of this evening. They had Rep Inc on the ropes for awhile and if they can find a 3rd member they could be in line for those Trinity Tag Titles down the line……..”
Fans POP as Dixon & Frazier finally make it back to their feet, hands raised in celebration as cameras catch Heat & Fire walking back up the Brawl entrance ramp, turning and facing their home town crowd and “thanking” them with a few waves….CHAIR SHOT!!!!! HEAT & FIRE ARE STRUCK FROM BEHIND ON-STAGE VIA PAUL FROST!!!!!!!!
MEGA HEAT
Diamond “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ALL ABOUT?”
B L A C K O U T
Baxter “GOD’S NOT FINISHED YET”
Diamond “Andre….Rod…GET READY”
When the arena lights return standing in the center of the ring BOTH Dusk & Ridge and Dixon & Frazier are having a stand off the Extinction DIDN’T get the drop on them after all. It’s obvious Dixon & Frazier are more than worse for wear than Dusk & Ridge but that doesn’t STOP Rep Inc who TEAR INTO THE EXTINCTION IN THE RING!!!! Fists are flying as both tag teams have paired off with Dixon getting the better of Ridge while Dusk slugs away at Frazier.
B L A C K O U T
STEEL SMASHING OFF FLESH ECHOES AROUND THE DARKEN ARENA
The lights return showing Ridge & Dusk in possession of steel chairs and baseball bats with Rep Inc laid out on the canvas and on the stage Paul Frost has now got a hot microphone all to himself and in the most obnoxious southern accent EVER, takes to the microphone……
Frost: I say….I say there…now….what do we have here-ham….it looks like two negro dawgs that are in need of their daily WHUPPINGS.
HEAT
Frost: I’d reckon these two be fixin for a WHUPPING since there CURRENT master….(HEAT)…..is nothing but a yellah belly BASTARD….who’s much too RETARDED to beat the BLACK…(HEAT)…OUTTA THESE BOYS……but lucky for US, GOD (heat), certainly AINT yellah belly and would be more than HAPPY TO WHUP YOU TWO DAWGS MYSELF!!!!!!
Diamond “This, this is just disturbing on a NEW LEVEL OF SIN”
Frosty directs Ridge & Dusk to drag the bodies of REP Inc up and laid across the top rope as Paul saunters down the ramp way as Ridge & Dusk then each reach into their jacket pockets and retrieve pairs of hand cuffs , Ridge hand cuffs the ankles of each man while Dusk hand cuff’s Andre’s & Frazier’s hands across the top rope. Steeping back leaving them exposed as Ridge & Dusk each reach across their pants and remove their leather belts.
Baxter “Oh- NO”
As Frost reaches the bottom of the ramp, he kicks over the steel steps towards the middle so he’s able to stand on top of them getting eye contact with both Dixon & Frazier.
Frost: Now yall isn’t this just the prettiest picture yall ever did see? Hmmm? I mean just look at you dawgs in your PROPER position is life…..(heat)….chained up and waiting for a WHUPPING…yes sir….in fact that should be the name of your WORTHLESS tag team….THE CHAIN GANG……(HEAT)…although to be honest the BLACK and BLUE BOYZ would be a MORE fitting name after the WHUPPING though……
Frost nods his head as Ridge & Dusk SMACK THE LEATHER BELTS ACROSS THE EXPOSED FLESH OF DIXON & FRAZIER.
The arena goes silent as the pain edged across both Rod & Andre’s is obvious but each man stay silent.
Frost: Boys, boys it seems these dawgs DIDN’T get whupped hard enough, cause I’m NOT hearing any squealing, not a peep….YOU HAVE TO WHUP’EM HARDER….REALLY BEAT THESE DAWGS….boy’s I want MY angels in heaven to hear these DAWGS CRY….. I WANT THESE TWO TELLIN THE NEWS TO EVERYBODY….ABOUT THE WHUPPING THEY’RE GETTING TONIGHT!!!!
Frost’s VILE smile is almost horrifying as cameras keep on Frost and the SICKENING SOUND OF MORE FLESH BEING TORN VIA THE LEATHER STRAPS VIA RIDGE & DUSK ARE HEARD!!!!!
Frost: THAT’S IT…HARDER…FASTER…HARDER…FASTER…WHUP’EM….WHUP’EM REAL GOOD…..YES…YES…CRY….NEGRO….CRY!!!!!!
Frost is now in FACE of DIXON AND SLAPS IT….THEN SLAPS FRAZIER….....DUSK & RIDGE CONTINUE TO LET THE LEATHER FLY UNTIL THEY STOP!
The sight is beyond horrifying cameras catch the welts left in the backs of Frazier & Dixon, blood has been drawn and flesh has been removed as Ridge & Dusk remove the top rope cuffs resulting in both Dixon & Frazier falling to the canvas as Ridge & Dusk leave the ring and rejoin Frost on the outside. Frost for his part now steps mere inches away from Rep Inc. Both men have tears running down their face, their in SERIOUS pain here.
Frost (leans in & LICKS the tears from BOTH Dixon’s & Frazier’s face): Yummmy!!!!!
MEGA HEAT
Frost: Tastes like chicken and waffles….(HEAT)….you two DAWGS got the WHUPPING you so DESPERATELY needed, you MOTHER FUCKING N%%%#GERS STAY OUT OF GOD’S WAY….(HEAT)….THIS YOUR ONE WARNING…..A TASTE OF WHUPPINGS TO COME…..I’d suggest you go on and tell your MASTER….YOUR DONE…..YOU TELL MARCUS OF YOUR WHUPPING…SHOW YOUR SCARS….AND CRAWL BACK TO THE GHETTO…..(HEAT)….OR WE’LL SEND YOU THEIR IN BODY BAGS.
Frost drops the mic as he & the Extinction leave ringside and very quickly EMT’s & WGWF officials arrive on the scene, in fact Derrick Diamond & Baxter have stopped talking all together as cameras quickly break giving time for help to arrive.
*** Commercial Break ***
Cameras return to ringside where a dejected Derrick Diamond sits along with Baxter……
Diamond “I’m NOT going to give that son of a bitch the satisfaction of retelling the VILE actions we just witnessed moments ago, what I will say and hope to GOD….A REAL ONE….Paul where ever you and your RATS are hiding, know this PAYBACK is coming your way. EVIL NEVER LIVES, when those three MEN BEAT YOU, it won’t be good enough, you deserve to ROT IN HELL FOR WHAT YOU JUST DID.”
Baxter “Anything else?”
Diamond “ Yes I don’t want to have to call anther JACKASS’S actions in this ring the rest of the night, so what’s next?”
Baxter “Raziel.”
Diamond “Oh son of a…….”
Donald Master’s: The following is your Monday Night BRAWL….MAIN…EVENT!!!!!!!
POP
Donald Master’s: The following is singles match scheduled for ONE FALL….introducing first…making HIS RETURN TO THE WGWF…..a HALL OF FAME’ER…..JUSTIN…..RAZIELLLLLLL…….JONESSS!!!!!!!”
The only way I depict you
Is that your redemption's undeserved
Meet the vessel of your reprisal
Retribution calls
Raziel comes out on stage to knee length smoke, his shirtless body glistening in sweat from his ritual pre-match workout, his arms getting loose at his sides, his zip down hoodie only showing his tattooed chest and abdomen, his hood up above his black hair. Raven Hex falls in line behind him as he looks out at the crowd, cracking his neck rather violently as he makes his way down to the ring however cameras catch Raz BRINING A SIX PACK down to the ring as well.
It's not that I take life for granted
It's only that the good won't make it
Innocence dies while Villainy Thrives
At the bottom of the ramp, Raziel grins out at the crowd, his hand rubbing over the scar on his neck as he points to the corner for Raven to go there. She follows his lead, narrowing her eyes at jeering crowd members. Raziel springboards up onto the apron before hopping over the top rope, his hood halling from his head as he swiftly moves to the far corner.
How can you harm a living thing thinking that it's your right?
How can you defile a life deprive it of innocence?
For too long you have gotten away with murder
A fitting justice would be your painful execution
He presses his chest against the corner, elbows cocked as he holds the ropes before pulling himself up to the second rope and leaning out towards the crowd, wildly slapping at his chest and motioning that he is indeed here for business as he tears off his hood and throws it into the crowd. Some boo him, which only causes him to grin and throw them the finger before dropping back to the ring.
If only I could afflict you
Hurt you in the same way that you hurt
I just want to exact reprisal
Retribution calls
The song dies out as Raziel circles the inside of the ring asking for a microphone and grabbing one of the beers out of the packaging…….
Raziel: Atlanta…….(HEAT)….I love you guys too…..(MORE Heat)….right now though I wanted to take a minute….a serious minute…a….SOBER…(heat)…minute and talk about a VERY good friend of mine…TAX.
MORE HEAT
Raziel: Now, now you SHOULDN'T BOO AN ALOCHOLIC….it’s a sickness, a disease a burden….hmmmm the more I think of Tax he’s MORE alcoholic than man actually….(HEAT)….nothing but a burden, a worthless leach in this federation……you know the more I think about what happened to Tax landing him in HOUSE ARRESST….(HEAT)…..because not even biggest homo’s in the big house would FUCK that worthless piece of shit, they sent him home to JACK HIMSELF OFF!!!!!!
MEGA HEAT
Raziel: Where was I, ah yes the beer. See I was going to toast Tax on NEVER returning to the WGWF….EVER AGAIN…(HEAT)……but instead I’ll toast myself…..BECAUSE I’M THE BEST THING GOING TODAY!!!!!
HEAT
Raziel than pops open the bottle of suds and enjoys a drink until
Donald Master’s: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Norwich now by way of Las Vegas Nevada…..DORLLLLINGGGGGG!!!!!!!
Even with the fans fair and theme blasting, Dorling walks still in a state of shock & disappointment after the events earlier this evening, Dorling stops half way down the ramp and shakes his body out and looks towards the ring & Raziel. Putting on a better game face Dorling makes his way into the ring.
*Ding…Ding*
Raz & Dorling don’t circle around the ring, instead, just opting to just make direct lines at each other and instantly lock-up. Almost as soon as they do, Raziel shoves Dorling back, causing him to hit a back roll into a crouch. Raziel lets out a cocky ‘WOOOO!’, getting some heat and getting even more when he starts jockeying around in very cocky fashion. The look on Dorling’s face says he doesn’t have time for this, jumping right back into the fray and getting in another collar-and-elbow tie up. The two-stay intertwined just a little bit longer, but it’s Raziel again who shows he has more power than Dorling by backing him into a corner. Referee Justin King has to ask Raziel to back away from the corner and allow Dorling some space, with the rope break and all. Raziel seems to comply, backing away with his hands up and giving Dorling his moment of breath … before SOCKING DORLING WITH A SUCKER PUNCH!! Dorling reels and hits the corner hard, forced to lean against the lower portion of it as Raziel once again garners some heat for cocky tactics. He sustains this by backing away from Dorling and shadow boxing around, shuffling his feet and his fists around in the same iconic way as Muhammad Ali.
Baxter “The seasons may change but RAZIEL IS FOREVER……”
Diamond “A JACKASS……YOU’RE A WRESTLER NOT A BOXER”
The arrogance level of Raziel is duly noted here, a look over to Dorling shows him gripping his jaw. The ref claps his hands together for both men to get it on again, which they take a second or so to do. They don’t jockey for position very long, Dorling taking advantage this time and using Raziel’s momentum to flip him over with an impressive arm drag! Justin gets back to his feet, only for Dorling to nail him with a second one! Raziel springs to his feet one last time, but instead of finishing the trifecta … it’s Dorling who BLASTS RAZIEL IN THE JAW WITH A PUNCH!! It’s the Hall of Fame’ers turn to reel into a corner now and hold the side of his face, the crowd popping for Dorling’s retaliation. It’s his turn to show his cockiness, as now he starts dancing around the ring and shadow boxing, although his movements probably more resemble those of Shane McMahon than an actual boxer. Raziel is very much unimpressed, clutching at his face and checking his hand to see if he’s busted a lip, but he’s fine. Even so, he obviously looks vexed, rushing back out of the corner towards Dorling … only for Dorling to throw him up in the air with a FREEFALL DROP!! Jones is flung into the air and right back onto his stomach! Raziel grips at his midsection, only to look up and see Dorling again flashing his cocky side by flexing and showing his muscles, pumping his arms out like he’s Terry Borden. The crowd eats it up, as Dorling shows Justin just how much their attitudes may very well be similar.
Diamond “What good of the goose and gander shit, it doesn’t matter Dorling despite being wrong earlier in the night has come to wrestle anther Hall of Fame’er and is keeping up.”
Raziel doesn’t seem to give the slightest shit, once again springing off the canvas and throwing himself at Dorling, driving boot after boot after boot into his ribs and legs and forcing him down to one knee. Once Raziel has Dorling a little more worn down, he wrenches an arm and forces it back behind him with a hammerlock. Dorling has to deal with Raziel pressing down on him on one knee, but he makes it back to his feet where he tries to reach back and find a way out of it in vain. Jones wrenches the hammerlock in even tighter, forcing Dorling to tell King ‘no’ on the submission question. Dorling dips a little bit and tries to perhaps go behind Jones and lock in a hammerlock of his own, but Raziel follows his hips and keeps on him, just holding onto it even tighter. This obviously frustrates Dorling, when he hits the canvas with a forward roll to unwind his arm, only for Jones to follow him once again and re-wrench it, getting the hammerlock in again. Dorling lets out a grunt out of aggravation, again telling King he doesn’t want to quit. Instead, he makes it back to his feet and has to deal with Dorling yelling his ear to ‘give up now, boy’. Dorling doesn’t adhere to that, suddenly beginning to run around the ring a little. He picks up some speed before turning a shoulder … AND FORCING RAZIEL OUT OF THE RING!! Jones flies through the middle rope and to the floor, right in front of the announce team! It took a while, but Dorling is finally free. Raziel has to shake his head back into things, possibly a little dizzy, but when he looks up, he sees Dorling flying at him with a SUICIDE DIVE!!!
Baxter “INCOMING”
Both men are down, but Dorling has the distinct advantage now! Raz may be stronger and perhaps even better on the mat, but Dorling shows he’s faster and perhaps more unorthodoxed than Jones anticipated. Dorling doesn’t waste much time getting to his feet, shaking some life into the arm that was hammerlocked, then taking Justin and rolling him underneath the bottom rope. He keeps his head sticking out from under that rope before jumping up to the apron and coming down … WITH A HARD GUILLITINE ELBOW RIGHT ACROSS RAZIEL’S FACE!! Dorling getting aggressive, rolling back in, pulling Raziel farther from the ropes, and getting the first cover of the contest – ONE…TWO…NO!! Too early for a real near fall there, but now at least Dorling has some sort of advantage. Raziel sits up after throwing up his shoulder, Dorling taking note of this and rearing back – and SMASHING JONES IN THE BACK WITH A HARD KICK!! Raz curls his fingers and scrunches his face to sell the stinging of the move, Dorling forcing him back to the canvas for another cover –ONE…TWO…NO!! Again too early for too much, Jones showing some fight early on. Dorling floats over and tries to nab Raziel in a headlock, but he ducks out of it and quickly gets back to his feet, bashing Dorling in the gut with another hard boot before taking him and making a missile out of him – AND SENDING HIM SHOULDER-FIRST INTO AN IRON POST!! Dorling’s momentum and shoulder are damn near dislocated! Jones wipes at his nose and pretends not to hear Justin King admonishing him for the blatant heel tactic. Raziel doesn’t give much of a damn, tugging the ailing Dorling out from behind and rolling him up –ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Dorling is able to throw his legs up and get out of the school boy, his entire body now lain flat from the effort. Jones doesn’t look all that peeved, opting instead to begin drilling Dorling over and over again with elbow drop after elbow drop after elbow drop. Raz nails a total of seven elbows before again hooking a leg –ONE…TWO…NO!! It’s Jones turn to try and wear down Dorling some more, catching him in a front headlock and trying to drain him of oxygen. Dorling wags a finger and just says he’s not done yet to the ref, Atlanta trying to get Dorling back into the ballgame……….
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Dorling is finally on his feet, Jones trying with all his might to keep sucking the life out of his opponent. Dorling manages to force Jones up against the ropes and then pushing him off, forcing him to rebound right back … but Raziel strikes Dorling hard with a shoulder block. Dorling falls flat, Jones going to rebound off the ropes again, Dorling flipping onto his stomach as Jones steps over him and rebounds once again. On this rebound, Dorling springs up and catches Jones under an arm and slings him over for a nice, momentous HIP TOSS!! Raz has to scurry to his feet, but in the time it takes him to do so, Dorling rebounds off the ropes and rockets right back at him…with a well-placed leaping calf kick! Dorling is gaining a head of steam here, as Justin looking more and more out of it as he’s caught off by the offense. He’s forced to retreat to a corner, Dorling following in quick pursuit and whipping him into the opposite corner. Dorling then preps himself and rushes … HIGH CORNER KNEE … NO!! Raziel moves out of the way, recognizing the move from last week! Dorling hits his knee on the turnbuckle, momentarily stunning him as he tends to it. As he stumbles out of the corner, Jones takes this chance to run at Dorling … AND NAIL HIM WITH A HIGH RUNNING BOOT TO THE HEAD!! Dorling’s head is thrown off his shoulders as Jones goes down for another cover – ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Dorling rolls a shoulder!! Raziel looks somewhat disappointed, taking Dorling up by the hair and pulling him to his feet, locking him in a three-quarters facelock. Raziel tugs at Dorling’s head, hitting him repeatedly with MULTIPLE KNEES TO THE TEMPLE!! Raziel looking to bore a hole through Dorling’s head, hitting three knees before yanking him up and pulling him back down … SNAPMARE DRIVER!! WOW!! Dorling’s head is driven into the canvas like a dart, Raziel pulling that nasty move out of the either!! As Dorling recoils from the blow before falling right back down to the canvas for another Raziel cover – ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! DORLING ROLLS A SHOULDER AGAIN!!
Baxter “YOU CAN’T KICK OUT FOREVER…Dorling, RAZ HAS GOT YOUR NUMBER. Just a matter of time.”
Jones lifts himself on his knees and puts his hands on his hips, making sure what the count was with the referee Dorling is still very much out of it, trying his damndest to get vertical again. He’s only able to get to a knee, which allows Raziel to size him up and aim for a DRIVE-BY KICK … NO!! Dorling ducks the move at the last second and catches Jones from under and between, pulling off his own school boy –ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Raz is just able to spin his legs and get out of the move, landing in good enough position to spring back to his feet. He approaches the slower recovering Dorling, catching him in a DOUBLE UNDERHOOK … but Dorling spins out of it and clutches Raziel’s wrist before pulling him in with a short-arm … DDT!! DDT!! Dorling now drives Raziel into the canvas with a nifty counter! Dorling has to shake life back into his head for a moment before shooting the half – ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! The Hall of Fame’er still has life left in him, the damage done to Dorling again rearing its head when he can’t immediately go back on the offensive. He shakes some life back into his head again before having to turn over on a knee and get back to his feet, he and Raziel getting vertical around the same time. Dorling is a tad groggier, but he takes a swing at Raziel’ head with the BIG ROUNHOUSE … NO!! Jones ducks underneath it, catching Dorling in a rear waistlock … POSSIBLE GERMAN SUPLEX … NO!! Dorling hustles towards the ropes, gripping them and using them as leverage to not be slammed. Raziel looks to adjust, possibly trying to turn it into a victory roll…but Dorling still holds on, Raziel rolling back onto his head empty handed! Dorling approaching him with double underhooks now … DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER!! Dorling’s knee is crunched against Jones spine, Dorling now for another cover – ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Again, Raziel rolls a shoulder and stays alive!! It’s Dorling now who starts letting his frustration show, Dorling stalking, waiting … waiting … waiting … and looks for the DORBREAK…THE SUPERKICK… NO!!!! RAZIEL DUCKS UNDER THE EXTEND LEGS AND BRINGS DORLING DOWN WITH THE NEVERMORE….THE CODEBREAKER CONNECTS….HALF CONNECTS!!!!!! Dorling goes down awkwardly as the Codebreaker lands in a modified state as Raziel scrambles for the cover-–ONE…TWO…THR-NO!!! DORLING KICKS OUT!! DORLING KICKS OUT!!
Diamond “Time KEEPS ticking and Dorling keeps kicking out, what your looking at here is an example of the PAST meeting the FUTURE and Dorling is a FUTURE Hall of Fame’er”
The Hall of Fame’er is more irate than he was last time, pounding both fists against the canvas . Raziel lets out his fury on the still prone Dorling, taking his arm and locking it above his head while standing … for an ELEVATED SCISSORED ARMBAR!! Jones is twisting away, the hold having as much effect on Dorling’s arm as it does his neck area! Dorling gritting his teeth and curls his fingers at the pain, refusing to go down like this. The entire arena is on Dorling’s side here, not buzzing big so that Dorling knows he’s got supporters. He takes all that in and manages to swing to a knee and quickly grab Raziel from behind to get out of the hold, pushing him forward off the ropes, and getting his own VICTORY ROLL –ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Once again, Raziel throws up his legs just in time, flinging Dorling off of his body and towards the ropes. Dorling braces himself against the cables, he turns around to see charging right back is Raziel … SNAP OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY TOSS!! Dorling is thrown with authority over the head of Raziel!! Jones quickly tries to gather himself as he clamors to cover Dorling –ONE…TWO…NO!!And Dorling still will not go down! Raziel now runs his hands through his hair in silent anger, Dorling crawling to a corner to try and get back to his feet with some support. Once again, this gives the Hall of Fame’er enough time to measure Dorling up, heading to the opposite corner and crossing his arms around his neck for a taunt, going for one more BOOT … NO!! Dorling ducks the corner running boot, causing Raziel to STRADDLE HIMSELF ON THE TOP ROPE!! The whole arena lets out an “OOOOH!” as Raziel hangs on by his family jewels. He doesn’t stay there for long, however, as Dorling gets to his feet … and snaps off the NASTY ROUNDHOUSE TO THE ELEVATED RAZIEL!! Jones then falls off of his perch and tumbles on the apron before going all the way to the floor!
Baxter “NOT the jewels…..WE NEED more little Raziel’s walking around.”
Diamond “I’m sure there already ARE given his history.”
Dorling takes a moment to gather himself and fell the crowd once he gets to his feet, Jones trying to grasp at some guard rails once he’s outside. Raz gets to his feet by leaning on the guard rails, King beginning his count out count –
…1!!
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…2!!
Dorling rolls outside…
…3!!
Dorling takes a few steps along the perimeter … running at Raziel … and CRACKING HIM RIGHT IN THE JAW WITH THE RUNNING HIGH KNEE!!
…4!!
Dorling then grabs hold of Raz’s face … and finishes the combo with a BULLDOG ON THE OUTSIDE PADDING!!
…5!!
As Dorling rolls Raz in, he himself climbs on up to the apron, King’s count still going because he’s still outside…
…6!!
Dorling doesn’t seem to care, leaning back and lying in wait for Raz to recover and get back to his feet, looking to hit one big move before a big finish. Raziel drunkenly gets back to his feet, his head being knocked around on the outside. He tries to box someone he can’t see before turning back in the right direction, only to see Dorling flying at him with the SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE … AND DORLING NAILS IT – ON THE REFEREE!! RAZIEL PULLS KING IN THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND!!
Diamond “GOOD GOD, THAT WAS SICK AND TWISTED.”
Using the referee as a meat shield, Raziel counters Dorling’s big signature! Dorling then realizes who he hit instantly, turning after the impact to see King knocked the fuck out. He tries to shake some life back into him, not aware of Raziel behind him and fully conscious. Dorling absent-mindedly gets to one knee while trying to bring the referee to, when suddenly … DRIVE-BY KICK!! DRIVE-BY KICK!! THE SHINING BOOT CONNECTS AGAINST DORLING’S TEMPLE!! Dorling falls to the canvas, a boot mark imprinted on the side of his face as Raziel slumps over the body of Dorling, hooking a leg…
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BUT THE REFEREE IS STILL DEAD!!
The crowd counts out loud the phantom cover, but Raziel’s decision to use the official as a shield backfires in a big way! The Hall of Fame’er realizes this after getting Dorling on the canvas for a full four and a half count. He lifts himself from off of Dorling’s his face locked in a very aggravated look as he goes over to King and shakes him, trying to get him back up. King is barely just now coming around, Raziel slapping his face to help him regain himself. When the official looks like he might be able to at least move and swing his arms, Raz lets him go and roams right back over to Dorling, again flinging himself on top of him and hooking both legs this time. The referee’s count is the big, slow, dramatic windmill –
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Diamond “ DORLING KICKS OUT!! HE KICKS OUT!!”
The whole ordeal took far too long!! Raziel is in disbelief and boarder line rage, Atlanta popping huge! As Raziel simply cannot believe it grabbing the official and propping him up in a corner. This garners a great deal of heat, as Raziel screams in King’s face that “That’s a bullshit call, blue!!” King doesn’t have much of a rebuttal other than to stare somewhat fearfully at a man twice his build. Raz hopes the intimidation works as he turns to go back at Dorling the Titantron on the entrance way flickers and the following is played…..
Baxter “ Could we get a LOCK on that thing?”
Raziel can’t help but crack a grin “Was that for ME or TAX?”,Raz turns around… BUT DORLING PULLS HIM IN FOR A SURPRISE SMALL PACKAGE –
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Donald Master's: The WINNER of the match......DORLLLLLINGGGGGGG!!!!!!!
A MASSIVE POP, echos around the Philips arena as Dorling rolls out of the ring, hands raised in victory as he backs up the entrance ramp. Meanwhile left SHOCKED & PISSED OFF.....Raziel holds his head in disgust after getting rolled up by a NON Hall of Fame'er. Once again the tron switch from live action to showing.............TAX
Baxter "WHAT?"
Tax (grinning): Raz....hey RAZ.....buddy.....THAT WAS FROM ME TO YOU!!!!!
MEGA POP, as Tax is shown toasting Raz with an empty beer bottle as the tron fades leaving RAZIEL SHOUTING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS.......
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Diamond “I’m SICK to death with all this drama, Tax BEAT YOU RAZ, without even lifting a physical finger. Deal with IT!”
Cameras switch from ringside and give us a SIX way vertical split screen showing….HUNTER…..Cable…..Page…..Slater….Starchylde & Camden all waking towards the ring.
Baxter ‘What about THAT drama Derrick? Championship drama, as ALL six and maybe seven if Andy grows a pair. They are ALL on their way to the ring to make it official, the MAIN EVENT of WrestleWar’s is about to be signed. Moments away.”
*** Final Commercial Break ***
Returning from break, the lights in the Philips arena have been dimed all except over the ring, the canvas has been replaced with black carpeting with a long table placed in the center of the ring, the table sports a red covering as the WGWF Championship lies flat in the center, with glasses of water, black leather bound folders, microphones and name plates each one reading one of the six participants. Hopkins stands at the very end of the table as Camden, Cable, Starchylde, Slater & Hunter are each already standing behind their chairs while Chris Page’s music finishes dying down as Page saunters over to his chair as all the participants take their respect seats at the table.
“THIS IS AWESOME” *clap clap clap* “THIS IS AWESOME”
“LET’S GO PAGE” *clap clap clap* “LET’S GO HUNTER”
“THIS IS AWESOME” *clap clap clap* “THIS IS AWESOME”
“THIS IS GLORIOUS" *clap clap clap* “THIS IS GLORIOUS”
“WENT WANT THE QUEEN” *clap clap clap* “BRING DA BEAST”
“THIS IS AWESOME” *clap clap clap* “THIS IS AWESOME”
“CAMDEN’S GONNA KILL YOU” *clap clap clap* “CAMDEN’S GONNA KILL YOU”
It’s obvious the crowd is HOT, SUPER MEGA HOT for all involved. Even the most jaded superstar in that ring can’t help but crack a smile, things get even louder as Slater picks up his mic and stands up……
Slater: IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT FOR THE LAST AND SOON TO BE AGAIN….WGWF CHAMPION!!!!!!
“THIS IS GLORIOUS" *clap clap clap* “THIS IS GLORIOUS”
“THIS IS GLORIOUS" *clap clap clap* “THIS IS GLORIOUS”
“THIS IS GLORIOUS" *clap clap clap* “THIS IS GLORIOUS”
Page: Very good Tristian, now do you get them all to jump through a hoop for a piece of Popeye’s later? (HEAT) MY point here people are we just goanna sit here and jerk each other’s ego’s with chants from the Universe or actually SIGN something……MY NEXT WORLD TITLE RUN.
POP
Hopkins: I agree, Slater take your seat and lets get this going, tonight in the very same ring as the LAST WrestleWar’s, we have all gathered in Atalanta….(HOMETOWN POP)….to witness the NEXT WrestleWar’s take shape with ALL six of you sitting here this evening have EARNED their way back to the MAIN EVENT……
Camden: NOT all of us earned anything, some had it written into a contract.
Page (grinning): Don’t hate the player, you know scratch that KEEP hatting me for being so gosh darn SMARTER THAN EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU, dorks who sit here at MY table for having the brains enough to guarantee a WrestleWar’s Main Event.
Hunter: Well you need brains Chris because that receding hairline and ever-expanding gut, certainly DON’T help.
Page: Oh you got jokes.
HUNTER (smiling): Of course, I mean I’ve already BEATEN YOU…..TWICE….(pop)…at WrestleWar’s I needed something new.
Hopkins: Back to the MATTERS at hand, like I was saying before all six of you earned the right in their own ways to main event the BIGGEST event of the year but only ONE of you will leave the World’s most famous arena as champion….in a NEW and IMPROVED Elimination Chamber. Bigger it stands 25 feet from the floor to the ceiling, FOUR MILES OF CHAINS have been wrapped around ensure NO GIVE, when you whip somebody against that wall the chains will dig deep into flesh and most of all the thing weights over 3 tons of steel designed to PUNISH the human body. Ensuring that the WGWF Universe watch a TRUE Champion is crowned inside of that structure the NEXT WGWF Champion will certainly have walked though HELL and BACK to earn it.
POP
Slater: So Matt before you say anything else can you STOP saying earned. I mean we ALL know that….(points at Page)…DIDN’T EARN A DAMN THING……he’s been coasting or depending on life style he’s been huffing the same BLUNT career since 2007….sure YOU WERE GREAT….but now….now Chris like all those bags of chips you’ve eaten…..it’s time that WE throw away your bag because it just isn’t full of anything new. POT’S LEGAL….(POP)….your gimmick is PAST it’s HIGH point. And now Matt the SECOND generation of Page is what going to be HANDED a chance at MY Championship for what?
Hopkins: He did beat Hall of Fame’er Paul Frost……..
HEAT
Camden: WHO HASN’T BEATEN PAUL FROST?
POP
Slater: Yeah, it’s like kissing your cousin, it really doesn’t count.
Starchylde: Aww, what’s wrong boys can’t handle a BASTARD’s child being added to the match, it sounds like you two protest too much because he’ll be YOUR problem, in fact he’ll be ALL of your problems because let’s not forget who’s entering LAST and…….
Page: LEAVING FIRST, YOU DUMB BITCH!!!!!
POP
HUNTER: Let’s not forget how you “EARNED” that spot……..
Starchylde: PEASANT, oh boo-hoo my wifely DIED in the ring over NINE YEARS AGO, HAVE SYMPATHY FOR MY NEW WIFEY…GIMMY THE TITLE ONE LAST TIME. YUCK, gag me Hunter. You know looking around this table you ALL joke about Paul Frost but almost EVERYBODY seems to have been BUTT hurt my him so much you all can’t see your own FLAWS. So BUG DEAL I “cheated”….it’s called working SMARTER NOT HARDER……..
Page: Who did you wrestle again?
Camden: It was the guy in the chicken suit
Page: No
HUNTER: Matt you hire back Dark Shadow?
Slater: No…it was that rip off biker, you know the one that flips that cash for gold sign off the highway…….
Page: Ryder….Ryder Rebel…WOW….Alyce I’m glad you were able to outsmart THAT multiple time world champion……
Starchylde: Oh HAHAHA……Chris sweety, you should want Andy in the match, a BRING YOUR KID TO WORK DAY is the ONLY chance you have of getting a blood donor right away because out of ALL of us old man, YOU’LL BE THE FIRST TO GO….OFF WITH YOUR HEAD AND SUCH.
Slater: For once I actually agree with you Alyce, sure I’ll BEAT YOU….AGAIN….(pop)…..but for this one moment in time, I’ll happily drink at your tea party, the tears of these HAS BEENS sitting at this table. Look around Hunter, Chris and you too Camden. No LONGER are any of you WORTHY let alone GLORIOUS enough to carry MY belt strap let alone the World Championship. It’s time that each and everyone of you KNOW your places……BEHIND US…..behind Cable…behind Alyce and most certainly WAY BEHIND…ME!!!!
Slater flashes a smile as Alyce rolls her eyes.
Starchylde: I’d wipe that smile off your face dumb ass, she may SLAP it off you for the fun of it.
Camden: Is that right? Is that how you think, with your heads so far up each other’s ass’s you can taste what the other had for breakfast?
POP
Camden: See Tristian I have looked in the back, I’ve seen the so called “new” talent and guess what….IT FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!
MIXED POP
Camden: What I see in the back is a generation of know nothing, do nothings because you are ALL NOTHING!!!!! Your good looks let alone talent could hold up a house of cards let alone a wrestling federation. You get a good LOOK AT US….Hunter…Page and ME….the FUCKING Hall of Fame’ers…..you Slater AREN’T in the Hall of Fame…you just have a paper saying you are…..sure you main events TWO WrestleWar’s…..the first time it was against TWO legit Hall of Fame’er they CARRIED that match, they CARRIED that story and most of all they CARRIED you to actually greatness but considering the LAST WrestleWar’s you TWO “newbies” main evented it was the LAST WrestleWar’s for over a year so you tell me what line to get in boy, because if it’s the talent line than you ARE WAY BEHIND EVERYBODY EXCEPT PETER FUCKING GILMORE…oh and I’M THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS RING WHO’S ONE A CHAMBER MATCH!!!!
HUNTER: For now…….
Camden (flashes a tiny grin): No HUNTER….not for now…but FOREVER…..the last time we stepped inside…you walked out WITHOUT this…(Camden taps on the title on the table)….THIS TIME….the only trophy your leaving with is your wife…and I’m happy for you HUNTER, you are truly a GOOD MAN….you just aren’t good enough to BEAT ME.
Page: But I am……
Hunter stands up out of his chair and looks eye to eye with Camden
HUNTER: Page’s YOU’VE NEVER been good enough to BEAT ME…..and Jocelyn…..I’m ready to be GREATER than good….and I’m ready to return the favor inside that chamber….I meant what I said to EVERYBODY….ONE LAST TITLE WIN…and I’m OUT.
Starchylde: Just save US the trouble and LEAVE NOW.
Page: You know I was thinking the same thing.
Camden: Then maybe you two should date.
Page: What do you say wifely number three?
Starchylde: Sleep with me and I’ll cut it off, paint it orange and feed it to MY rabbit.
Cable: And then I’ll eat the rabbit…..
Page: So the “beast” isn’t a mute after all…..
Cable: No I am NOT, but to be honest why in the hell would I open my mouth to look like all of you? Talking in circles, talking like the MORONS you claim you aren’t and most off embarrassing yourselves over a championship NONE OF YOU are very going to touch it after I walk out of that chamber with MY World Championship. My actions do ALL the talking I need to…..in fact I’ve already signed….I’m ready to END….not begin all this RIGHT HERE….RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
Page: Easy…easy there big fellea…first rule “champ” NEVER FIGHT FOR FREE….take it from somebodies who’s BEEN there and take this piece of advice for free, if you actually going to try and SPEAK with us…..then don’t…don’t embarrass yourself with EMPTY threats. We all know you John, always SECOND to a WINNER….always FIRST LOSER….and we know the actions your capable of….SHOUTING I QUIT…..I QUIT….I QUIT….like the PUSSY you are. Now if your DONE trying to string together a sentence I’m ready to join the big dumb ape over here and sign this…….
Page takes pen to paper and signs his contract, soon enough Camden, Alyce and Hunter all sign leaving Slater twisting the pen in his hand.
Slater: You know this has been a WRESTLEWAR’S MOMENT, truly the very LAST time we ever see ANY OF YOU…..NEAR MY TITLE!
MIXED POP
Slater goes ahead and signs his contract and looks to LEAVE with the WGWF Championship BUT can’t as cameras show Cable, HUNTER, Camden, Alyce and even Chris Page…ALL SIX challengers are holding onto the WGWF Championship
Hopkins: Then I guess it’s official we have our WRESTLEWAR’S….MAIN……
“STOP”
Everybody in the ring pauses as the voice echoes from the darken entrance way, very quickly a spotlight illuminates the entrance way
ANDY JOHNSON PAGE
MEGA POP
Johnson: Atlanta…..(HUGE POP)…..it’s been too long….however I’m NOT here to speak about PAST glory nor I’m I hear to predict an underwhelming FUTURE….I’m here for ONE reason…..I was invited……I was invited to answer a simple question. Oh and thank you to everybody on that stage for those kind and welcoming words…..you all broke my heart….DAD……..even you.
Page’s face is one of disdain
Johnson: Yes oh yes….the question……do I want the chance to MAIN EVENT….WrestleWar’s……..do I want the chance at the WGWF Championship….do I want the chance to LIVE FOREVER ON THE GRANDEST STAGE?
“ONE MORE MATCH” *clap clap clap* “ONE MORE MATCH”
“ONE MORE MATCH” *clap clap clap* “ONE MORE MATCH”
“ONE MORE MATCH” *clap clap clap* “ONE MORE MATCH”
Johnson: Madison Square Garden, the Elimination Chamber and the WGWF World Championship………..
YES
“YES……YES…….YES…….YES……YES……YES…..YES”
Johnson: Ladies and Gentlemen with ALL due respect standing in that ring, GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY CHAMPIONSHIP…..(POP)….because I will LEAVE the Garden, I will WALK out of that Chamber as the NEW WGWF CHAMPION!!!!!!!
Andy stares down his challengers from the stage as inside the ring neither man nor woman has taken a finger off that championship or an eye off the other person as Brawl fades out on the final image of the WGWF Championship.
Cameras open with Matt Hopkins sitting behind a desk in a corner office where a WrestleWar’s banner hangs behind him and the WGWF Championship sits to his right on a glass desk.
Hopkins: Good evening, I’m pre-empting the beginning of tonight Monday night Brawl with the full support of the governing body of the WGWF behind me. In less than four weeks the WGWF will present the BIGGEST night in the history of our business WrestleWar’s, where for he first time ever an Elimination Chamber will be used to decide the next WGWF World Champion. Six of the VERY best the WGWF has to offer each one earning the chance to make history inside Madison Square Garden….HUNTER…..Cable….Starchylde…..Slater…..Camden…..and then there is Chris Page…who was named to the chamber due to a contract stipulation. Six of the VERY BEST, however there’s been a name that was NEVER entered because he hadn’t signed up……..
ANDY JOHNSON PAGE
The same Andy who on the opening night of Brawl was plucked from the audience and DEFEATED the Hall of Fame’er Paul Frost in that evening’s main event and at the last WrestleWar’s DEFEATED the ICON….Chris Page….if there was ANY name that earned their way into this years chamber it has been Andy Johnson Page, so again with the COMPLETE backing of the WGWF operations board of governors a decision has been made to off ANDY A SEVENTH SPOT inside the chamber, so instead of the match beginning with Tristian Slater and Chris Page in a one on one match, it would be a TRIPLE THREAT with Andy joining the fray. Tonight there will be a contract signing and I KNOW for a fact that Andy will be in attendance, so Andy you have until the END of the night here on Brawl to either accept or reject the chance to main event a second WrestleWar’s and a chance at the WGWF Championship.
It's up to YOU Andy, yes or no, in or out. With that said I know return you to this evenings Monday Night Brawl.
With that Hopkins fades from the screen as the Monday Night Brawl intro begins to play.
WGWF Monday Night BRAWL
04/27/2020
Philips Arena
Atlanta, Georgia
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Diamond “WELCOME LADIES & GENTLEMEN TO MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!!!!!!”
After the intro video & welcoming statement via Diamond as the pyro smoke clears this SOLD OUT Philips Arena in Atalanta Georgia comes into focus and so do their signs…….
“CCP is MY DADDY”…….”I OWE REP INC.”…….”Alyce I wanna JOIN your TEA PARTY”……..”Camden NEW Champ….BITCHES”……”FEED DA BEAST”…..”ARREST RAZ”…..”IN AA WITH TAX”………”God is GREATER than Marcus”
Diamond “We are just FOUR weeks away form the BIGGEST SHOW of the year…..WRESTLEWAR’S……and later this evening ALL SIX…..challengers…..Jocelyn Camden….HUNTER……John Cable…..Alyce Starchylde…..Tristian Slater and the returning CHRIS PAGE!!!!!"
Baxter “All SIX will be in the ring tonight for a FACE OFF…..or SEVEN if that HACK Hopkins is to be believed inviting Andy as a SEVENTH chamber participant...BULLSHIT!!!! You gotta know Derrick this ISN’T going to end well. Plus the return of WGWF Hall of Fame’er Raziel who faces off against Dorling who promises to revile the identity of the person…..OR…persons who have been attacking WGWF ICON’s recently.”
Diamond “Plus the BOTH the Extinction and Rep Inc along with Marcus Enderton have all been confirmed for this evening, where will this NEW Holy War go? Form the city that WrestleWar’s Twelve emanated from, Atlanta is in for a night where ANY and EVERYTHING can and probably will happen as the road to WRESTLEWAR’S continues. Let’s take things to the ring where Donald Master’s is waiting.”
Donald Master’s: The following is your Monday Night Brawl opening contest here in ATLANTA….(cheap hometown POP)……introducing first she hails from Clinton, New Jersey…..the “QUEEN OF THE RING”…….(heat)…..DUTCHESSSSSSS!!!!!!!
The opening hypnotic sounds of Azealia Banks’s ‘Jumanji’ drifts through the air as Dutchess steps out on the entrance ramp, stretching her arms out as she takes a full spin. When she stops, she slowly drops her arms before quickly rising them, crosses her hands while clasping her pinky fingers. Her head bounces around, examining the jeering crowd with a smug look as she then sashays forward down the aisle towards the ring, doing a queen's wave as she passes the audience with a faint smile. She doesn’t seem to mind the crowd, insulting a few of them on the way towards the ring. She approaches, hops in the ring apron, and seductively arches her body up to her feet before snapping at the crowd. She steps through the ropes to enter the ring and moving towards a corner in anticipation for her opponent.
Donald Master’s: And her opponent hailing from Jacksonville, Florida……this is…….ANGELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!
The opening to Lithium starts and an image of the sky and the heaven plays on screen. When the song pauses, the arena goes dark and when the guitar kicks in, the lights flash back on and Angel is standing at the top of the ramp. She slowly make her way down to the ring with a smile are she looks around. She slides under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle. She overlooks the crowd briefly before jumping down.
*Ding…..Ding*
Dutchess quickly rushes at Angel, who sidesteps and lets Dutchess run right into the turnbuckle, the force throwing her into a backpedal that Angel swoops between and rolls up for the first count fall of the match – 1…2…NO!! Dutchess kicks her feet up and gets to her feet quickly, Angel not as fast, leaving her prone for a rushing boot to the gut, after which Dutchess grabs hold of Angel’s head and neck, twisting it into a falling neck breaker. Dutchess now with her first cover – 1…2…NO!! Angel has more fight in her than that. Dutchess looks to twist it out of her, again going back to the chin lock, forcing Angel’s head back. Angel is faster to get to her feet this time, but she also stays in the hold for several seconds, again grabbing hold of Dutchess’s wrist, and wrenches it behind Dutchess for a hammerlock. Dutchess quickly reaches around and rewrenches Angel, reversing the hammerlock into her own, with Dutchess spinning her out of it before surprising everyone with a HAMMERLOCK SPUN LARIAT!! Angel’s head goes spinning, as Dutchess’s face lights up with a sick grin as she tries for another cover –1…2…3-NO!! Despite essentially beheading Angel, she’s still got some fight! Dutchess doesn’t waste much time afterwards, taking the still out of it Angel and takes her across the midsection, ramming her spine-first into a ring corner before continuing to ram her shoulder into her gut with shoulder thrusts.
Diamond ‘The QUEEN of the ring certainly doesn’t seem to have ANY ring rust early on.”
She then takes some steps back and marvels at her work, smiling sinisterly, before looking to launch herself with one more shoulder, shoving Angel further into the corner upon that impact. Dutchess then pulls Angel out of the corner by the head with both hands before getting behind her and executing a nice elevated backdrop. Dutchess sits upright on the impact of the move, fleshing her teeth again before coving , pushing her forearm across the mouth of Angel –1…2…NO!! Angel keeps the fight alive, but Dutchess doesn’t want her to, bringing her back to her feet and tossing her into another corner and charging at her, but this time, Angel gets a boot up to throw into the face of Dutchess, causing her to go reeling. Dutchess charges once again, but Angel cleanly leaps straight to the top rope, Dutchess’s SHOULDER CRASHING INTO STEEL. Angel then hops off the top rope, lands and jumps off Dutchess’s back, before flipping forward across the ring with a no-hand rolling summersault, again showing off her athleticism. Angel gives the crowd her signature salute while Dutchess recovers and sets herself in the corner, where Angel rushes towards her, leaps and kicks off of Dutchess’s s chest, before leaping with a CORNER CLAD ENZEGUIRI! The move made famous by Tiger Mask sends Dutchess dropping like dead weight to the canvas, Angel now having to roll her over and attempt a cover –1…2…3-NO!!
Diamond “Angel continuing to show the dominance she show last week on Brawl Talk, can this heavenly high flyer keep things in her corner?”
The Dutchess wants to keep the fight going. Angel doesn’t seem to oblige her, raising him into an upright sitting position before delivering a SMACK of a kick to her spine before quickly running through the ropes onto the apron in front of him and springboarding off the top rope…INTO A LOW FRONT DROPKICK!! WOW!! The smooth Lucha motions are again prevalent, as Angel goes for another cover now -1…2…3-NO!!Dutchess again keeps it going! Angel’s mannerisms seems a tad frustrated, putting her hands on her hips and pouting a little bit, she just keeps going, standing over Dutchess and continuing to shock with a STANDING MOONSAULT SENTON!! Angel lifts herself into the air, only to come crashing down with her lower body embedding itself into Dutchess’s gut! Angel with another cover –1…2…NO!! Dutchess doesn’t go down from the very flashy move, Angel gathering Dutchess to her feet and attempting to whip her into the ropes, but it is reversed, Angel now whipped into the ropes instead. While rushing towards the ropes, Angel dips her head, rebounding his legs off the ropes and striking Dutchess in the face with the HANDSPRING REVERSE ELBOW!! Dutchess gets hit hard but doesn’t stay in the ring, opting instead to venture outside the ring and take a breather. The crowd boos at this, as this potentially breaks up Angel’s momentum. The referee starts a count, but we’re not paying attention, as we’re watching Angel measure her opponent up before rushing and leaping through the ropes, hands by her side with the TOPE TORPEDO…NOBODY HOME!! ANGEL GOES CRASHING HEAD-FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!!
Baxter “Heaven just LOST Angel permanently after THAT crash and burn.”
Cameras catch Dutchess’s evil smile again, but instead of grabbing at her downed opponent Dutchess hopes back onto the ring apron lies in wait on the apron, far away from Angel’s position as Angel is stumbling back onto her feet to now face a stalking Dutchess … DIVING DOUBLE-AXE HANDLE FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR!! A sick impact as Dutchess clubs meet Angel’s head at such high a high velocity!! Referee Justin King is telling Dutchess she needs to get him back in the ring, she doesn’t follow that advise and instead grabbing a handful of Angel’s hair….WHIPS HER INTO A STEEL RING POST, causing her to flop to the floor in unconscious agony. Now Dutchess takes this time to roll back into the ring, the referee’s count-out already underway.
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Angel is to her feet, sliding under the bottom rope…
…7!!
When Angel turns back around, she sees a running Dutchess and eats a RUNNING KNEE LIFT, but doesn’t go down, only for Dutchess to rebound off the closest ropes and force Angel down with the NASTY CLOTHESLINE!! THE KNEE LIFT/CLOTHESLINE COMBO CONNECTS!! Dutchess with another cover –1….2…..NO!! Dutchess is visibly vexed, perhaps now knowing that she has to wear the little shit down. She pulls Angel back to her feet and throws her into a corner. Angel hits it so hard; she whiplashes a bit, Dutchess still not letting up and grabbing Angel’s head and shoves it through the second rope. Dutchess then begins choking Angel by setting her entire body weight on the back of Angel’s neck and pressing it all up against the ropes. King gets to his refereeing duties after begging ‘Dutchess to let go and she won’t –
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…3!!
“You’re nothing, ANGEL!”
…4!!
“Hey, come on!! Get off her!”
King finally pulls Dutchess off of the asphyxiating Angel, admonishing her for these heel tactics. Dutchess holds her hands up like she was doing nothing wrong at all, Angel now having to get some air back into her body. As Dutchess brushes past the ref and reaches over the ropes, yanking Angel back to a vertical base on the apron. The two scuffle for control for a moment before suddenly, Angel drops off the apron and seems to take Dutchess’s face with her … HOTSHOT!! Angel forces Dutchess’s neck to bounce off the ropes, it’s the Dutchess’s turn to fall to the mat and grip at her throat, Angel now jumping back up on the apron and waiting for the Dutchess to get back up … she springboards … but doesn’t wait for Dutchess to turn around … SEATED SENTON FACEBUSTER!! The seated senton to the back of the neck and Dutchess’s face being driven into the canvas! Angel still pops right back up after the move and bounces off the ropes to greet an on-her-knees Dutchess – LOW DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE JAW!! The Dutchess has her face rearranged on two consecutive moves, Angel going for cover now –1…..2…3NO!!!!
Diamond “This MAYBE the chance Angel needs to get back in this thing.”
Angle rolls off Dutchess, her face is one of disappointment but determination as well as Angel heads to the top rope, she’s slower than usual allowing the Dutchess to get back on spaghetti legs but legs none the less as she comes over and tries to sock her in the face with a hard right hand, but Angel grabs it and seems to wrench it a little bit before keeping hold of it and leaping onto the top rope…AND WALKING ALONG THE TOP ROPE!! ANGEL’S WALKING ON THE ROPES!! The crowd stands absolutely mesmerized by this feat, but Angel kicks them out of it by keeping onto the arm and KICKING DUTCHESS in the face before leaping off and executing a beautiful HIGH ANGLE HURRICANRANA!! The crowd again pops for the maneuver, some marginal, but not very loud at all ‘Holy shit’ chants begin to be heard. As Dutchess is thrown all the way across the ring, Angel rushes towards her, only to get a back elbow for her troubles. Angel starts firing back with hard kicks to the thighs, but Dutchess comes back at her with = hard fists once more. She backs up Angel enough to whip her into the opposite ropes, Angel ducking under a clothesline on the rebound, and springboards off the second rope…..a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT off the second rope, catching DUTCHESS WITH AN … INVERTED DDT!! MOONSAULT TO INVERT DDT!! The Philips Arena is at a fevered pitch as Angel instead of looking for the cover retreats to a nearby corner in hunches positions shouting “GET UP” as Dutchess is slowly pulling herself up in a kneeling position as ANGEL EXPLODES OUT OF THE CORNER AND LANDS THE “GUARDIAN ANGEL” SCISSOR KICK…..THE SSISSOR KICK PALTS DUTCHES!!!!Cover-ONE…..TWO…..THREE!!!!!
*DING…..DING*
Donald Master’s: Here is your winner via pinfall……ANGELLLLLLLL!!!!!!
Diamond “Angel certainly found her footing and her wings certainly took to the sky in that one.”
There’s NOT a post match celebration as Angel walks over and asks for a live microphone from a stagehand.
Baxter “She’s NOT going to sing amazing Grace, is she?”
Angel (catching her breath a tad): That felt AWESOME….(pop)……but now isn’t the time…..it’s BACK to BUSINESS……VELVET…..(heat)……I know you’re here tonight…..I know your going to USE….”God”….(HEAT)….to SCREW over Kristy this evening…..I know YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!!!!!
POP
Angel: I also know you COULDN’T beat Circa either……you USED A CROWBAR…..at WrestleWar’s Eleven…..you and your “God”….(heat)….YOU TOOK HER KNEE…..you messed it up….and she screwed it up by continuing to wrestle WITHOUT a FORGED doctors note because nobody would clear her….YOU STOLE MY FRIENDS CAREER…..before SHE could comeback…….YOU…..VELVET….YOU SICK BITCH…….so here’s the thing Velvet…..WRESTLEWAR’S….(pop)……YOU….VERSES…..ME!!!!!!
MASSIVE POP
Angel: And I don’t give a FUCK if you bring Dusk….Ridge….or even GOD….(HEAT)….because I will RIP their hearts out of the chest’s to get to YOU…..Velvet….put ANY faith you have into a FIGHT WITH ME!!!
With that Angel drops her microphone as cameras switch from the ring quickly to the arena entrance way as a long back limo pulls up and we get an establishing shot of……. TRISTIAN SLATER!!!!!!!
Diamond “Well it looks like we have yet ANTHER WrestleWar’s challenge, will this one be accepted later tonight.”
Baxter “Yeah…Yeah…boo-hoo…LOOK WHO IT IS!!!!!”
Tristian (speaking on a cell phone): That right I don’t give a damn if Hopkins wants to add Andy, he could add Frost, MDK, Heat, Fire hell the ENTIRE Atalanta Falcons (POP) roster into that chamber and I WILL STILL BE THE WGWF CHAMPION!!!!!
Diamond “Certainly Tristian seems unaffected by the announcement of a potential SEVENTH participant for the chamber and…look….look…..Mat Hopkins is on HIS WAY TO THE RING….NEXT!!!!!”
The images just before break show WGWF spokesperson Matt Hopkins walking down a backstage hallway and in his left hand is a very larger silver briefcase as Brawl takes it’s first break.
*** Commercial Break ***
Gold, God & G.O.A.T.S
Cameras return to the middle of the ring where a red laced podium has been erected and standing in front of said podium is none other than WGWF Spokesmen/ Head of Talent Relations, MATT HOPKINS!!!!!
“WE WANT ANDY” *clapclapclap*“WE WANT ANDY”
“WE WANT ANDY” *clapclapclap*“WE WANT ANDY”
“WE WANT ANDY” *clapclapclap*“WE WANT ANDY”
Hopkins (with a grin on his face): With any luck the WGWF Universe will hear from Andy TONIGHT!
POP
Hopkins: Along with Page, Slater, Starchylde, Camden, Cable and HUNTER….(POP)….as EVERY participant in the MAIN EVENT…of WrestleWar’s will be on hand for tonight’s face to face RIGHT HERE TONIGHT!
POP
Hopkins: With that’s said Monday May 25th, WRESTLEWAR’S…(pop)….is much more than a one match card and the WGWF is MUCH MORE than just the World’s Heavyweight Championship…..since the very start TAG TEAM wrestling has been a pillar of this company since 1999. The Southern Outlaws…(pop)….Flame and Pyro…(pop)….Steven Starr and Dail Pritchard’s…(pop)….The Untouchables…(pop)….Chris Page and Jimmy Jrn…(pop)…..Atlanta’s own…HEAT & FIRE (hometown POP)…..Paul Frost….(heat)….and Dean James…(pop)…..Andrew Clash and Seth Stevens…(pop)…RIZZOKO…(pop)…. Terry Borden & Darian Dream…. (pop)……Blackman and Raven…(pop)…..DVP…(pop)…Birds of Prey….(pop) The Ryan Bro’s…(pop)….and so many more tag teams have made their marks RIGHT HERE!!!!!
Hopkins stops and looks down at the ring and shakes his head
Hopkins: However, so MANY times has the tag team division ended in a mess. From a LACK of depth, a LACK of interest and a LACK of any sort of structure. In fact RIGHT here the home of WrestleWar’s Twelve…(hometown POP)….just down the road inside the Mercedes Benz Dome….(POP)…..the tag team titles in a LADDER MATCH, should have been a WrestleWar’s moment instead it became a CLUSTER….you know what….why? Because two men who weren’t tag team partners WON the tag team titles…..this wasn’t the first time though but here tonight in the city where it happened…I’m promising you all IT ENDS!!!!!!
Baxter “Huh?”
Hopkins: That’s’ right tonight marks the END of the WGWF Tag Team Division!
HEAT
Hopkins: So when one thing ends anther BETTER thing begins, the evolution of tag team wrestling….into TRIO….or in our case moving forward it will be the TRINITY TAG TEAM DIVISON…..three men, women or a mix….will compete for these the WGWF TRINITY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!!!!
B L A C K O U T
“This is GOD’S house!”
When the lights return standing across are none other than Ryan Dusk, Kenneth Ridge & the “God dressed in white” Paul Frost….the Extinction minus Velvet as the Philips Arena launches WAVE after WAVE after HEAT Wave towards the trio. It’s nothing new as Dusk & Ridge allow their scowls and growls to do most of their “talking” while Frost himself brings up a microphone up to his lips……
Frost: Exceptionally good Matt, you obviously know your history and you know of the INJUSTICE that was committed in this very city just two short years ago. The night in which GOD….(heat)….resurrected those original tag team championships and then anointed MY two horsemen….Ridge….and….Dusk…the RIGHTFUL….and final…WGWF Tag Team Champions….GOD’s….(heat)…..champions….so now to know that a TRINITY tag team championship has been created….well Matt there is are NONE better suited than the HOLY TRINITY….(heat)…of the EXTINCTION!!!!!!
Hopkins: I agree……
Diamond “WHAT?”
Frost ( that vile smiles creeps it’s way across his entire face): This….this pleases GOD…(heat)…beyond belief…..unwashed…worthless…sinner’s of Atlanta…..(HEAT)….bear witness to a modern day MIRACLE….this man…..this profit…..speaks the truth….he speaks the word of….GOD….(heat)…that I and MY horsemen will restore FAITH back into the HOLY TRINITY divisions as champions……
Frost runs his hand over the Trinity Championship, but Hopkins moves it away as he steps towards Frost
Hopkins: That’s right Paul…I agree…..I agree that ever since you and your “horsemen” invaded from the depths of HELL…..(Frost smile fades slightly)……..you’ve turned THIS ring….MY ring into a battle field for all your BULLSHIT about the word of a FALSE GOD!!!!!!
MEGA POP
Hopkins: However I agree that you three are one of the if not the BEST….(heat)…..trio we’ve ever seen in the WGWF…..which means on a night where the BEST look to make history on the grandest stage….WrestleWar’s…it only makes sense that the BEST trio….TRINITY should be represented as one HALF of the match that will decide the first EVER WGWF Trinity Champions….the SECOND team you’ll face will be headed by MARCUS ENDERTON…….
POP
Hopkins: And either the team of Roderick Frazier…(pop)…..and……Andre Dixon…(pop)…..or…Marcus will team with Atlanta’s own…HEAT….and….FIRE….(hometown POP)……because later on tonight Rep Inc will face off against Heat and Fire and the winning team will go on to WRESTLEWAR’S TO FACE YOU THREE!!!!!!
Baxter “WOW”
Frost: Fine…fine…Matt…play your pathetic mortal game….entertain these unwashed….masses….give Marcus the tiniest spark of hope that he can extract not only blood but gold from God….and then Madison Square Garden becomes MY Garden…MY Eden…when the EXTINCTION…(heat)…..snuffs out Enderton with either the FAILED Hometown Heretics or then in honor of Atalanta then on May 25th both the SLAVE OWNER….AND SLAVES DIE BY THE WHITE GOD’S HANDS…….(MEGA HEAT)….either way GOD AND MY DISCIPLES WILL BE BATHED IN GOLD!
“SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!!!”
DORLING WALKS OUT ON STAGE WITH A STEEL CHAIR IN HAND
Baxter “Dorling?”
Diamond “Now I’m confused”
Hopkins: Dorling…what in God’s name are you…..
Dorling: SHOVE IT MATT…..(pop)….I TOLD YOU….I TOLD I WOULD CALL HIM OUT………OH….FROST…..keep you and your BORN AGAIN BASTARDS IN THE RING!!!!!!
Diamond “WHAT? Is Frost the one who took out the legends?”
Dorling SMASHES THE CHAIR AGAINST THE RING POST
Dorling: I SAID STAY THEIR FROST!
Dorling climbs into the ring and THROWS Matt Hopkins microphone out of the ring and looks at Frost who shakes his head “no” as both Dusk & Ridge step in front of “God”. Dorling raises his chair and leans into a corner.
Dorling: Sorry to interrupt, I know the HERE and NOW seems to be the IT thing in the WGWF….even KILLING OFF OLD CHAMPIONSHIP’S……..far be it from me to say anything but is KILLING off old ICON’s also on the agenda in the WGWF? Because that’s what’s been TRYING to happen…..ever since DAY ONE…..TERRY…RIC….MARK and just….just YESTERDAY….which has YET to be mention in this broadcast but Hall of Fame’er HOCKEY GOD was also assaulted…..no surprise really…..I mean look who I’m staring at right now…..but…..it just fits TOO PERFECT….I mean Borden, Mark and Ric…a TRINITY….A TRUE HOLY TRINITY taken out by a bunch of UN-HOLY ASSHOLES!!!!!
POP
Dorling: It’s NOT your style Frost, you can be ruthless…..but you’re a PUBLIC ruthlessness…..you crave the attention that comes with a public beating and I’m sure WrestleWar’s will be anther LOSS…(pop)…for God and company…..in a TRINITY Tag Team Match…..it wasn’t you Frost…..but I know….who….I know who’s been trying to KILL WGWF’s past because they’re so desperate for a future……
The titantron switches from the ring and appears backstage on a locker room door that reads…….
JOHN GAMBINO
Dorling: YES….The HALL OF FAME’ER HIMSELF…..A MAN…WHO’S….DESPERATE….DISGUSTING AND MOST OF ALL A DEGENERATE….he’s been at EVERY scene…..HE…..CRADLE A BLOODY BORDEN….HE ATTACKED RIC AND MARK…..WHY?....Because HE’S no longer the MAN…..no longer the ONE…the legends consider the future….John did ALL of this to send ME a message….BACK OFF….AND DON’T TAKE HIS SPOTLIGHT….well John…I’m going to give you ALL the spotlight you need…..YOU and ME……..WRESTLEWAR’S!!!!!!!
MEGA POP
There’s still no movement on Gambino’s dressing room door, as Dorling is pacing around the ring.
Dorling: COME ON JOHN…..THIS YOUR MOMENT…DON’T DENEY IT….YOU SON OF A BITCH…EITEHR YOU COME HERE OR I’LL GO BACK THERE……..
“WE NEED SOME HELP”
We once again hear those words echoed over the speakers as the camera moves away from Gambino’s locker room door and heads down the hallway and into a bathroom only feet away we see a laid out & bloody JOHN GAMBINO!!!!!!
Diamond “Oh my God”
The slight is gruesome than ever before as the white title all around the bathroom has been stained with blood, the large mirror has been cracked and a small pool of blood is what John lies in, face up with no movement whatsoever.
Frost: Want to take anther guess there Dorling?
Without warning the CAMERA MAN IS ATTACKED FROM BEHIND……the shot is now that of a close up of the bloody head of Gambino as a boot steps into frame and a muffled voice is heard.
“Three Blind Mice…. Three Blind Mice….see how they run…..see how they’re BLOOD runs”
“A forth blind mouse….I cut his tail off with a craving knife….I cut his tail off with a craving knife…..HE’D NEVER SEEN SUCH A SIGHT”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“a FIFTH blind mouse…..hear how he LIES…..hear how he LIES…..WATCH HOW HE DROWNS……WATCH HOW HE DROWNS”
“Five DEAD mice…..Five DEAD mice ALL AT MY SIGHT….ALL AT MY SIGHT”
With that the Titration flickers as we see
Diamond “NO….NO….NO….THE MONSTER…..XMYLES IS BACK!!!!”
The LAST images of that is Matt Hopkins getting on his cell phone, Paul Frost grinning in the corner and Dorling, looking like Bambi after learning somebody shot his mother mouthing "NO...IT CAN'T BE HIM"
*** Commercial Break ***
Returning from break cameras keep ringside where the “God dressed in White” Paul Frost remains WITHOUT any of his “disciples” with microphone still in hand…….
Diamond “We just had the SHOCKING return of a violent psychopath in Xmyles just moments ago so what is THIS asshole still doing in the ring and told Donald Master’s to sit down?”
Baxter “New career path?”
Frost: To the SAVED and the SINNERS…(heat)…the following SQUASH match…(heat)…. is set for one fall, introducing FIRST she resides in the Garden of MY Eden…(heat)…SEATED & SLEPT next to YOUR LORD AND SAVIOR….(MEGA HEAT)…..VELVET!!!!!!!
“This is GOD’S house”
With the Extinction theme blasting across the speakers, the stage fills with purple fog as once again on her knees and crawling out on the entrance way with nothing but joy plastered throughout her face as Velvet makes her way down the ramp, rolling around & then licking a hanging crucifix before reaching her feet and walking up the ring steps where “God” sits and opens the middle rope as Velvet steps into the ring.
Frost: And introducing the LAMB to the SLAUGHTER…(heat)…some cheap hooker in fish nets….(heat)…from around the corner, or West Virginia…..Kristy Jackson!
There's NOT that much cheers, much more than Velvet obviously as Kristy Jackson makes her way towards the ring.
*Ding…Ding*
Velvet immediately shows off her resolve by bullrushing Jackson, taking her and driving him right into a corner, followed by heavy boots laying into Jackson’s gut. Referee Goose Mahoney has to stop her at one point, but Velvet on the authority of “God” doesn’t seem to care, going back to stomping on Jackson, only to press her knee into her throat and lean in, forcing the ref to begin the DQ count. Velvet eventually gets off, leaving Jackson clutching her throat. Velvet drags Jackson out of the corner to get a cover – 1…NO! Jackson quickly kicks out. Velvet immediately grabs hold of Kristy’s throat with a wraparound chin lock. Velvet keeps Jackson here for a good bit, wearing her down, until Jackson finally gets her wits about her enough to run straight towards a corner, propping her foot up, and shooting herself back, squashing Velvet right beneath her as they come down. As soon as they hit the canvas, Velvet lets go, as Jackson rolls over the body of Velvet and back to her feet before executing a beautiful standing moonsault!! Jackson now with the cover – 1…2…NO!! Velvet still with some fight in her gets back to her feet quickly, only to be met by a dropkick that sends her backpedalling into a corner now. Kristy makes some space between she and the corner clad Velvet, closing that gap with a cartwheel back elbow smash!! The crowd lights up for that flashy and fancy move, prompting Velvet to stumble out of the corner right into Jackson, who greets her with a hurricanrana pin! Kristy keeps Velvet trapped beneath her legs – 1…2…3-NO!! Velvet is able to make her way out!
Diamond “ I don’t want to call this absolute BULLSHIT we’re watching here, we ALL know what’s going to happen with that SNAKE on the outside. Despite Kristy’s BEST intentions.”
Even with “God” by her side, Velevet is getting taken for a ride now by Jackson who greets her with a pair of arm drags that scramble Velvet’s head even more. As Velvet looks to use the ropes to get to her feet, Jackson rushes over and grabs her wrist, looking for the Irish whip, but it gets reversed. Jackson is whipped instead, but ducks underneath a Velvet clothesline on the rebound, leaping onto the second rope…springboard corkscrew moonsault press!! Velvet is flattened beneath the spinning and ever energetic body of Kristy Jackson, prompting another cover – 1…2…3…NO!!! Velvet doesn’t go down on that high octane offense, prompting much of the air to leave the crowd. Even with Jackson not being able to put Velvet away here, she tries another whip into the ropes, getting that reversed again, Velvet instinctively whipping Kristy into the ropes. On the rebound, Velvet lowers her head, only for Jackson to jump over her and mule stomp on her spine. As Velvet rolls over to tend to her back, as Jackson points and ventures towards the top rope before making it there, the crowd now on their feet. Before Jackson can leap, however Velvet grabs Mahoney’s leg saying “her back” with the ref’s back turned the HEAT is unleashed as Frost springs onto the apron and lowers the top rope, causing Jackson to lose her balance and fall off the top rope!!!!
Diamond “Well what a surprise, she fell.”
Baxter “Strong winds Derrick.”
As Jackson goes tumbling down and recovers, she wanders right into the now “healed” Velvet’s clutches, who takes her up in a backdrop that is transitioned into a neckbreaker drop. Instead of going for the cover here, Velvet struggles to regain her composure, and then taunts the crowd a bit before going to the top rope herself, taking her time for some reason. When Jackson sees how much time she’s taking, she pulls a page out of “God’s” play book and tries to lower the top rope, but Velvet sees it coming and leaps from off the top rope towards the canvas, front rolling to her feet. As that happens, Jackson blindly rushes towards Velvet, only to HUG JACKSON AND SPIT BLACK MIST ALL OVER BLINDING JACKSON….” HEAVENLY EMBRACE” THE STRAIGHT JACKET SLAM CONNECTTS!!!!!!!! Velvet with makes the cover – 1…2…3…!!
*DING....DING*
Frost: and the WINNER…(heat)….as if she LACKED any faith….VELVET!!!!!
MORE HEAT
Frost joins Velvet in the ring, Velvet is quick to fall to one knee, with “God” kissing her hand as he stands her up and hands off the microphone.
Velvet: Boys and Girls watching around the world, I just want you to know ANYTHING is possible when you believe in GOD!
HEAT
Velvet: Speaking of witch….I mean which, Angel….(pop)…sweetheart you had a cute match tonight, a little long but then again you LACK FAITH IN FROST…(heat)…so SINNERS suffer more than believers and since I’m a believer, that’s why I’m UNDEFEATED at WrestleWar’s!!!!!
HEAT
Diamond “You won ONE match….WITH A CROWBAR!!!!”
Velvet: So Angel you’ve asked for a match and I’m going to have to say….(Velvet looks over at Frost who nods his head)……..NO!!!!
HEAT
Velvet: Unless……next week on Brawl talk we have a face to face inside HIS…..house…..a church…..you and me….inside God’s HOUSE….you step in and CONFESS your TRUE reasons as to why you, a member of the unwashed millions, thinks they have earned the chance to step onto the battlefield with a TRUE Archangel of the Lord, Frost almighty.
Diamond “ So the ONLY way this Jezebel is going to agree to the match is if Angel meets here in a church? There’s SOMETHING SO WRONG with that idea.”
Baxter “Ask and ye shall receive, if Angel wants to go to war with anther one of God’s angel’s she going to have to go to church first.”
The heat continues as Frost embraces his follower as we can hear him say “That was beautiful”, the two than engage in a slight kiss before cameras cut backstage showing Angel watching the disgusting acts in the ring shaking her head.
HEAT the Kingdome until it burns with FIRE
Keeping in the backstage area we find Denise Essex standing by with a special guest;
Denise Essex: Please welcome my guests at this time, WGWF Hall of Famers, Heat and Fire!
HUGE POP for Heat and Fire as the camera zooms out to reveal the fan favorite tag team standing next to Denise Essex.
Denise Essex: Two weeks ago, you both retuned to Monday Night Brawl, flanking Jocelyn Camden backstage as she was in a war of words with the Extinction. Why did you back up Jocelyn Camden?
Heat: Let’s make one thing clear, Denise. We’re not Jocelyn Camden’s backup. We’re not Angel’s backup. We’re not ANYONE’S backup! We’re not anyone’s hired guns. We stand for justice. We’re here to be on the right side of history. For years, Paul Frost has tried to take over the WGWF. In recent times, he was his own hired guns in the Extinction. We’re here to take them down.
Fire: Paul Frost is a false god. This man abused a woman who was dying from cancer. This man wanted to kill children, and that ain’t no gimmick. Why would anyone want to worship this man?
Heat: And yet, Velvet, Dusk, and Ridge continue to follow him.
Fire: Listen here, Velvet. Frost only helps you when you whine to him. He’s only in it for his own personal gain because he’s a selfish prick. But I guess if “God” can’t be self-important, who can?
Heat: Last week on Brawl Talk, we got our chance to get our hands on Paul Frost’s goons for the first time. We were fortunate to be joined by Angel in that battle. But, Denise, that was only the first battle in our war against Paul Frost.
Denise Essex: You know you lost your match last week by disqualification when you both attacked Ryan Dusk with steel chairs.
Fire: Yeah, we know. It was well worth it. Like my bro said, last week was only the first battle. We’ve lost plenty of matches over the course of our career, and we’re still in the WGWF Hall of Fame.
Heat: Velvet, Dusk, and Ridge, forgive the pun, but I think you all need to have a “come-to-Jesus” moment. You’re Paul Frost’s only followers; his only worshippers. And you are his only followers because everyone else in WGWF already knew what a garbage HUMAN BEING Paul Frost was, and still is. He is a HUMAN BEING, nothing more!
Fire: Actually, maybe less.
Heat: So to answer your original question, Denise. We backed up Jocelyn Camden because we’re defending WGWF from the evils of Paul Frost, and we’ll take all the help we can get. We have yet to get our hands on the man himself. Last week you saw his vicious attack on Angel. Paul Frost, we’re putting you on notice. You’re not just going to get away with that. You’re going to pay for what you did to Angel. And you are going to suffer a HEAT STROKE!
Donald Master’s: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit, introducing first making his WGWF IN RING DEBUT….(pop)….this man hails from your inner nightmares and dark desire’s….this is LOGANNNNNNN!!!!!!
The arena BLACKOUTS completely as “Bullet with a Butterfly” by Karen O rips across the speaks, blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance tunnel as smoke billows from below as the half pained warrior …LOGAN walks out on stage to a well received POP from the crowd. He quickly slides under the bottom rope and finds himself in a seated position in a far turnbuckle waiting for his challenger.
Diamond “I’m being told the young man, age twenty-two is a high flyer and spent time in Mexico learning the Lucha Style of things but that’s ALL I’ve been told.”
Donald Master’s: And introducing his opponent, he hails from Champagne, Illinois….this is…..JOHNNNNN……TOLLYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
Just as the open theme to Tolly’s theme begin it’s interrupted by Tolly himself, dressed to compete in his long red crimson tights, black boots and trench coat but Tolly carries with him a microphone in hand.
Tolly: Wait…..WAIT….Logan….it’s Logan right?
Cameras pan back to the ring as Logan is now on his feet nodding his head.
Tolly: Great, Logan just give me a second here and I’ll be right with you kid. I’ve got some OTHER business to take care of first……. BRIAN CADY!
HEAT
Tolly: Camera man….long hair fellea get up here, UP REAL CLOSE.
The cameras man follows Tolly’s direction as we’re left with a close up shot with Tolly still sporting bruises suffered LAST month
Tolly: I saw your WORTHLESS attempt at high school musical acting on Brawl Talk, such a fairy queen Brian. The whole over acting just hams you up as EVEN MORE of a joke than when we ran together back in the UWF days. THAT’S what this is ALL about between you and I, you just CAN’T stand the fact that I was, I’m and WILL ALWAYS BE BETTER THAN YOU! Instead of being an actual MAN with a set, instead of actually facing me IN THIS RING, FACE TO FACE AND ASKING FOR A FIGHT…you….you bitch ass punk me in a parking lot and then get mad when I return the beating and then you add this BULLSHIT of being asked to not only beat me up but then stopping at this mystery man’s demands.
Please Brian, take your meds and DON’T let that dominatrix pull your chain like the DOG YOU ARE and ADMIT THAT YOU JUST CAN’T BEAT ME!!!!! We’ll Brian let me tell you May….25th….in front of YOUR hometown…..I’m going to do ALL of New York a favor and KICK THEIR WORTHLESS AND LEAST FAVORITE SON OUT OF TOWN…..WRESTLEWAR’S….I ACCEPT!!!!!
With that Tolly shoves the microphone into the chest of the camera man, so hard in fact the camera man falls back as the hard cameras follow Tolly who slides into the ring and removes his trench coast as the bell is rung.
*Ding….Ding*
Both men begin circling one another and initiate a tight collar-and-elbow tie up that Logan gets the advantage on, wrenching Tolly with a headlock. John quickly finds his way out of it, wrenching Logan’s wrist and arm behind him into a hammerlock before reaching up and pulling him in for a headlock of his own. Logan uses this to back into the ropes, slinging Tolly across the ring and undoing the hold, but on the rebound, he’s SMACKED with a hard shoulder block. Logan goes down, only to see John rebound off the ropes and for Logan to lay flat so that he may keep running. Off of this second rebound, Logan surprises Tolly by catching him in yet another headlock, but Tolly keeps his momentum going from off the ropes and spins while in Logan’s possession…and turns it into a SPINNING BACK SUPLEX!! A very nifty counter there as John sets up the first fall of the contest –1…2-NO!!
Diamond “Early on Tolly’s focus while on Logan, still has to be on weather or not Cady is lurking in the arena this evening. We KNOW that physco is looking to strike back.”
Logan still has plenty life, throwing up his shoulder and using it to sling himself back to his feet. He gets back up only to see Tolly punt him in the gut and catch him in a front headlock, setting him up…PERFECT SUPLEX!! Tolly with another crisp move there–1…2…NO!!Again, Logan won’t go down so easily. As Tolly tugs Logan back to his feet, again trapping him in a headlock, but once again Logan uses the ropes to fling Tolly across the ring. On this rebound, Tolly attempts to perhaps CLOTHESLINE LOGAN, but Logan ducks it close to the ropes and sends TOLLY OVER THE TOP ROPE…but he lands on the apron! Tolly delivers a hard right hand that knocks Logan away, only for Logan to come right back with his own. Tolly delivers another hard right, only for Logan to retaliate with a HIGH ROUNDHOUSE TO TOLLY’S HEAD!! Tolly is stupefied and surprised by the move, but he’s not knocked off the apron just yet. He’s dizzied and leaning, allowing Logan to run and rebound off the opposite ropes to fling himself towards Tolly…and go for a RUNNING DROPKICK…but he stalls the kick in midair…AND INSTEAD HITS A STALLED LOW DROPKICK that takes Tolly’s legs from under him!! The veteran falls from his apron perch and cracks his jaw off of the ring apron! Tolly is trying to pick himself up off the outside, only for him to look up and sees Logan flying at him…SLINGSHOT HURRICANRANA!! THE PLANCHA HURRICANRANA CONNECTS!!
Baxter “Tolly BETTER get focused on Logan quick, this unknown may JUST upset a wrestler on their way to the GRANDEST STAGE looking how he dresses like, a LOSER!”
The crowd is steadily getting behind Logan here, the winless cruiserweight pumping a minor fist before staying on Tolly. He takes the woozy Tolly now and slides him right back under the ropes and into the ring. The kid has a chance here, following John into the ring and going for what could be a big cover – 1…2…NO!! Tolly is dizzied, but he’s not knocked out, as he throws a shoulder up and brings himself back up to his feet. He meets a standing Logan, who is ready to blitz him with SHOOT KICKS TO HIS SIDES!! Logan looks to end his sequence with a big ROUNDHOUSE TO TOLLY’S HEAD…NO!! John catches the kick, but Logan bounces off of his other leg…ENZEGUIRI…NO!! Tolly dodges that one as well, sending Logan flat on the canvas with Tolly in possession still of his other leg. He quickly wraps that leg around his ankle, then securing the other leg and doing the same. Once those are locked in, he reaches over and grabs hold of both of Logan’s arms, pulling him up to try and gain some backwards momentum…before both men roll back…SURFBOARD STRETCH!! Logan is screaming in pain; his arms being wrenched behind him and his knees being torn from under him. The crowd is heating up, Logan is trying to find some way out of this. Referee Chelsea Keibler is asking Logan if he wants to give up, the determinant young stud refusing to give in here, with or without his mentor. As Logan stays in the game, we can see Tolly’s grip on his wrists start to climb up more towards his head…AND HE PULLS LOGAN’S HEAD INTO HIS CHEST!! LOGAN IS ALL KINDS OF CONTORTED HERE!!
Diamond “Tolly showing off a very methodical and maniacal side, he’ll need BOTH come WrestleWar’s when Cady and he square off one on one.”
As Logan refuses to give up here and take the full brunt of the pain, he reaches in and starts prying the intense Tolly’s fingers off of his face, getting him to lossen the grip. He struggles, but expands his hands away, allowing Logan to start PULLING HIS BODY UP WITH THE LEGS STILL WRAPPED in the surfboard. Almost as if he’s levitating a zombie rising out of the crave, Logan is almost hovering above John here until Tolly lets go of the legs and causes Logan to drop square on his knees. Logan is still on his knees when Tolly rolls to his feet, allowing for what could be an easy SHOOT ROUNDHOUSE position…but Logan ducks it at the last second and causes Tolly to spin all the way around, opening up his back to his opponent, who catches him in a half nelson…HALF NELSON FLIP SLAM!! WOW!! A very impressive move from Logan there, a safer variation of the half nelson driver, but nonetheless, gets a big pop from the surprised Atlanta crowd. Logan sees the chance, another big pin attempt coming -1…2…3-NO!! As impressive a move as it was, it doesn’t quite put the resilient Tolly away, Logan trying to perhaps think of something to follow it up with. Logan looks over to pick Tolly back up but Tolly then gets a burst of life, retaliating with a surprising EUROPEAN UPPERCUT that has such veracity behind it, it knocks Logan back into the ropes. He springs off of them, only to be greeted by a Tolly SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST!! The kick knocks Logan back so hard, he goes careening into the ropes yet again, bouncing off and rebounding back towards Tolly…who nails him in the chest with a Leonidas-like THRUST KICK that sends Logan backpedalling and shooting off the ropes in Irish whip fashion back at Tolly, who quickly scoops him up onto his shoulders…before dropping him with a SAMOAN DRIVER!! Tolly returns the favor by dropping Logan on his head!! The pumped Tolly scoots over and hooks both of Logan’s legs – 1…2…3-NO!!! LOGAN STAYS ALIVE!! Amidst an onslaught of offense, Logan stays in this thing! His entire body is pretty much limp, but he wants to stay in this thing! Tolly takes the battered Logan and tries to pull him to his feet, struggling with the limp weight, but manages to get him up. He tosses Logan into the opposite ropes, looking for something on the rebound…A SLEEPER HOLD!! Tolly really looks to wear Logan down here!
Diamond “This poor kid being turned into a human pretzel via Tolly.”
Baxter “ I bet he doesn’t even see that sad SOB’s half a painted face, he’s probably thinking he’s squeezing the life out of Cady instead.”
If Logan has any extra steam, Tolly wants to wrench it out of him, wrenching his head in the classic clutch. Logan is fading rather quickly, but manages to gather himself after a few seconds and deliver a pair of blows to John’s ribs. This loosens the grip, but doesn’t kill the hold until Logan slips out from under him and crawls beneath Tolly’s legs. As Tolly stoops over to perhaps reach back, Logan grabs Tolly’s wrists and yanks them forward, flipping him over! Logan then throws his body over Tolly’s, hooking him up in a NIFTY LUCHA LIBRE COVER –
1…
2…
3-NO!!
The well-traveled Tolly is able to unhook the hold, but no later than when he gets to his feet does Logan charge at him once more, only to slip on through his legs again, this time with a SCHOOL BOY ROLL-UP –
1…
2…
3-NO!!
Tolly torques out of the school boy…AND GOES FOR THE DRAGON…but Logan performs a grounded summersault over his own head to wrench out of the hold, now taking reach of Tolly’s legs and getting him in a PRAWN HOLD –
1…
2…
NO!!!
Tolly throws his legs forward and tucks Logan’s head in, turning the prawn hold into a SUNSET COVER –
1…
2…
NO!!
Logan rocks back, pinning Tolly beneath him with both legs hooked –
1…
2…
NO!!
Tolly again shifts the teetertotter forward, pinning Logan again with the SUNSET COVER –
1…
2…
NO!!
Logan claps his thighs together and ends that cover, only for he and Tolly to rapidly roll back to their feet on opposite corners. Both men pony up and rush at each other, a physical game of joust coming…only for Logan to hit a HURRICANRANA PIN!! Logan uses Tolly’s momentum against him, as his shoulders go CRASHING against the canvas!! Logan grips one leg and tries to grip the other –
1…
2…
3-NO!!
Diamond “LOGAN ALMOST HAD IT!!”
Baxter “It’s the WGWF, it’s Monday Night BRAWL….IT’S THE ROAD TO WRESTLEWAR’S…almost just ISN’T good enough.”
Tolly groggily gets to his feet, as Logan wraps him in a front headlock, drifting on over by a second corner rope…pushing off…TORNADO DDT!! LOGAN NAILS THE TORNADO DDT!! TOLLY’S HEAD IS DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS!! Logan can hardly believe what’s going on, and neither can the Philips Arena, who are white hot for this underdog of underdogs. Logan looks determined… stepping through the ropes, but instead now going to climb the top turnbuckle. He’s goanna try for it. Tolly isn’t moving, the crowd is on their feet, and Logan prepares his balance and stands up straight on the top rope– SHOOTING STAR PRESS…NOBODY HOME!! NO!!
Baxter “OUCH, I give the jump an eight Derrick but the LANDING all ZERO’S….like this Logan I mean these people are ATCUALLY cheering him….how can you TRUST let alone CHEER a man with NO ZIP CODE?”
LOGAN STAYS ALIVE!!! LOGAN IS STAYING ALIVE!! How is he going on? Tolly then takes the limp Logan and wraps him up in a reverse cradle, before hoisting back…BACK SUPLEX!! Logan’s head is driven in the canvas as he’s flipped over, Tolly trying not to waste any time on this one –1…2…3……NO!! LOGAN ROLLS A SHOULDER!! BUT HOW?? But wait…DRAGON SLEEPER!! DRAGON SLEEPER!! TOLLY GRABS AND WRAPS AROUND THE ARM AROUND LOGAN’S NECK ON THE KICKOUT!! The only life in Logan’s body now is the one in his face, written in absolute agony. Logan is screaming, clawing with his free hand, trying to find a way out of this when his entire body behind him won’t really move. Tolly is selling the intensity of the hold, trying with all his might to rear back and grit as the crowd loses their shit. Logan is scrambling, trying to turn both men so he can get in good enough position to make it to a rope. Tolly just shifts his weight just a hair, completely stopping Logan’s momentum. Logan has to find another way, scriffing around with his legs…AND MANAGES TO HANG AN ANKLE ONTO A BOTTOM ROPE!!
Diamond “This is a BREAKOUT performance on the road to WrestleWar’s, this match has been about the will, desire and HEART of Logan. This newbie to the WGWF his IN-RING DEBUT and he’s pulling out ALL the stops.”
Tolly respectfully lets go with no real shenanigans outside of a referee DQ three count, but he rolls away and watches as the battered kid tries his damndest to get back to his feet. We can almost see the pain in Tolly’s face. He’s a competitor, but it looks like he doesn’t want to keep breaking this kid down. Logan painfully and groggily gets up and is leaning up against a corner. Tolly shakes off any emotional look he has and sees a vertical opponent, CHARGING AT THE CORNER…BOOT TO THE FACE FROM LOGAN!! Logan counters with an unspectacular, but practical, blow to the face! This sends Tolly reeling, making him back up quite a few steps to make sure all his teeth are in. As he does that, Logan musters up his remaining strength and pulls himself up to the top rope, the crowd starting to get back on their feet. As Tolly drifts back towards the corner, only to look up and see a FLYING LOGAN…FLYING DOUBLE KNEES!! THE FLYING DOUBLE KNEES!! Tolly is taken down hard! But that might’ve been all the wear that Logan had left! As Logan hits the canvas hard on the high-risk move, not able to get up immediately.
Diamond “Logan BACK on the offensive here and these members of the WGWF Universe have seemed to connected with this young enigma of an athlete.”
It takes him a few seconds to lift himself off the canvas, but by that time, Tolly is starting to recover as well. The wobbly legged Logan turns to see Tolly drunkenly getting up, turning around…and Logan aims for a STUNNING SUPERKICK…NO!! Tolly catches the kick before it hits his face, spinning Logan around and grabbing him in a rear waistlock, all in one smooth motion…AND NAILS A GERMAN SUPLEX!! But Tolly’s not done, rolling the hips and keeping the waistlock in…A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX!! John holds the bridge on this one, giving him a DOUBLE SUPLEX PIN on Logan –1…2…3…NO!! WITH ALL HIS STRENGTH AND MIGHT, LOGAN THRASHES FOR THE KICKOUT!! The crowd lets out a HUGE pop, Logan using every last bit of strength he potentially had left to get out and keep going! Tolly is stunned, forced onto his bottom and looking at Logan with happy disbelief. He looks up with a wry smile at Keibler, who only flashes two fingers.
“FIGHT FOREVER” *clapclapclap* “FIGHT FOREVER”
“FIGHT FOREVER” *clapclapclap* “FIGHT FOREVER”
“FIGHT FOREVER” *clapclapclap* “FIGHT FOREVER”
Logan again, is crawling and trying to gain any kind of leverage he can to get back to his feet. He’s once again in the corner, using the ropes to pull his decimated body back to his feet. Once again, Tolly sees this and prepares himself, bullrushing Logan once he gets vertical…EXPLODING CORNER DROPKICK!! Logan doesn’t have the strength to muster out a counter this time, his entire body being forced to collide with the submission specialist before him–1…2…3—NO!! This one isn’t as close as the previous ones, but the crows pops in amazement as Logan just keeps on going. He refuses to give in. Tolly shakes his head once again, but he doesn’t have a smile this time. His frustration is mounting as he gets back to his feet, looking down at this dude with guts at his feet. Logan is still stirring, possibly using everything he has in him to get to his feet...scratching, clawing…only to SLAP JOHN TOLLY IN THE FACE!!
Baxter “Oh BOY”
Diamond “Oh boy is right, Tolly HAS a dark side, Tolly can be a RUTHLESS KILLER ala Brian Cady and Logan just SLAPPED the veteran in his face.”
The defiant, determined, and possibly angry Logan makes the ATL pop for him again! Logan doesn’t have much strength left, meanwhile Tolly taking the slap in stride, nodding his head at his challenger…before taking his doubled over opponent in his arms and hoisting him up…AND SPIKES HIM TO THE CANVAS WITH HIS FLOAT OVER DDT!!!! THE “CHAMPANGE DREA” THE DDT FROM AN ELVATED POSTION DRIVES LOGAN INTO THE CANVAS!! OH MY WORD!! There’s a deal of sorrow in Tolly ’s eyes when he nails the move, although he’s still angry at the defiance. Logan is folded like an accordion now, laying Logan flat for the cover and hooking the near leg –
….ONE….
…TWO…
..THREE!!!!
*DING……DING*
Donald Master’s: The WINNER of the match…..JOHNNNNN……TOLLYYYYYYYY!!!!!!
Diamond” Tolly has his SIGHTS set on WrestleWar’s with a showdown with a psychopath but on THIS night Tolly was able to outlast the desire of the upstart simply known as Logan in his WGWF debut.”
As Tolly’s hand is raise in victory cameras catch Logan who was made his way to a corner in a seated position, most of not all his face pain has begun to peel off and even though it’s Tolly’s theme that is blasted across the PA, the WGWF Universe within the walls of the Philips arena begins to chant……
“YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE” *clapclapclap* “YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE”
“YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE” *clapclapclap* “YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE”
“YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE” *clapclapclap* “YOU’VE GOT A FUTURE”
Baxter “ You know what Derrick I wouldn’t BET against that sentiment.”
Diamond “Agreed….and LOOK….CLASS ALL THE WAY BY TOLLY”
Fans POP as cameras show Tolly extending his arm to the upstart who grabs it as he’s pulled up to his feet as he & Tolly exchange words before Tolly grabbing Logan’s wrist and turning around to the hard camera where JOHN TOLLY RAISES LOGAN’S ARM…..WAIT….WAIT….FROM BEHIND THE CAMERA MAN ASSAULTS BOTH TOLLY & LOGAN!!!!!!
Baxter “WHAT IN THE HELL….HELLO…..BRAIN CADY!!!!!!”
The HEAT is real, as Logan takes less of the brunt of the camera which is RAMMED INTO TOLLY’S BACK as Logan falls out of the ring. The camera is left in pieces as the camera man removes his hat & blond long wig along with sunglasses reveling the “Xtreme mad man” Brian Cady standing over a prone John Tolly. A wicked smile is craved across Cady’s face, as he delivers a few kicks to the chest of Tolly before bending down directly over his face., we don’t need a microphone to hear what Cady is saying……..
Cady: Your mouth just wrote a cheque YOUR ASS IS GOING TO CASH AT MY WRESTLEWAR’S…..A WRESTLER WARS YOU ROBBED ME OF MY CHANCE AT GLORY….SO I’LL MAKE A NIGHT OF GORY…..YOUR GORE…..YOUR BLOOD…TEARS AND BROKEN BONES WILL LITTER THE STREETS OF NEW YORK AND YOU’LL NEVER KNOW WHY.
Cady caps off his madness with a KICK TO THE BALLS OF TOLLY!!!!!! Finally dropping down and rolling out of the ring leaving Tolly in a world of hurt as cameras leave ringside and return backstage where Denise Essex is standing in the arena’s parking garage.
Andy Arrives?
Essex: I’ve been told that ANDY JOHNSON…(pop)….is expected to arrive in any second, hopefully we can get Andy’s answer to Matt’s SHOCKING invitation to join the WrestleWar’s main event and, and THIS COULD BE HIM……
Denise trails off as a long black limo pulls into frame and very shortly after the engine stops the driver is quick to open the back passengers door and out steps…..
“CHRONIC”
CHRIS PAGE
ICONIC POP
Baxter “IT’S HIM, IT’S DA’MAN, IT’S THE HALL OF FAME…NOT HALL OF FAME’ER BUT THE GOD DAMN HALL OF FAME…. CHRIS PAGE!!!!!!!”
Page steps out of the lino, sporting a return to his debut look his long hair makes a return tied in a pony tail sitting under a black fedora along with his signature shades and a long navy dress coast complete with a black scarf and a very WIDE grin creeping across his face.
Essex : Chris….Chris Page…WELCOME……….
Page : Shhhhhhh…….give me a moment……..I’M HOME!!!!!!
POP
Essex: Before you go Chris can I ask about Andy? I mean what Matt said to kick off the show about Andy getting a spot in the main event again with you his……..
Page: No YOU CAN’T ask me about Andy.
HEAT
Page: I don’t speak about MISTAKES……(heat)….tonight Denise I’m here to AGAIN walk down that isle, sign a contract, MAIN EVENT ANTHER WRESTLEWAR’S…(pop)….and MAKE HISTORY AS AN EIGHT TIME WGWF CHAMPION!
POP
Page (removes his shades): THAT’S WHY I’M HERE DENISE, THAT’S WHY DADDY’S BACK!
Cameras cutaway showing a spilt screen of both Rep Inc (Dixon & Frazier) & then Heat & Fire each team preparing backstage for their clash later this evening.
Diamond “Well while Chris Page seems to have his mind focused on gold OVER family, upcoming after the break we will see tag team action Rep Inc verse Heat and Fire where the WINNERS will go onto WrestleWar’s teaming up with Marcus Enderton to face the Extinction for the WGWF TRINITY TAG TEAM TITLES, that match is NEXT!!!!!!”
*** Commercial Break ***
Dicks & Pussies
Returning from break there is a HUGE POP as cameras catch Hall of Fame’er JOCELYN CAMDEN walking down a hall way, it’s obvious the Hall of Fame’er is ready for tonight’s main event face to face until an outstretched arm stops Camden from walking any further.
“Hello GORGEOUS!”
The HEAT is wicked as RAZIEL steps into frame blocking Camden’s way, his slicked back hair and greasy smile invade the camera shot as Camden’s scowl is on full display.
Camden: If you’re looking for drunks to beat up Justin may I suggest the corner down the street where those tranny’s are getting wasted something tells me you would fit right in.
Raziel: Hey, hey easy there Camden. I’m NOT looking for a fight, instead I’m offering YOU my full support for WrestleWar’s. After all you are the ONLY one in that match whose actually WON an Elimination Chamber and Raziel NEVER bets on a loser. So you should take my cheer leading as a complement not an insult.
Camden: No what I should take is YOUR FACE AND RUN IT THROUGH A WALL….(POP)…for what you did for TAX….sure he maybe a worthless piece of trash but you Justin are and even BIGGER PIECE OF HUMAN SHIT than Tax ever could be. And this flattery is just you dick sucking looking for a SHOT against me and the WGWF Championship AFTER WrestleWar’s, well in case you haven’t notice I don’t have a dick for you to suck.
POP
Raz (grin fades as he stands nose to nose with Camden): Just listen to that self conceded BULLSHIT…….(heat)….I’m Justin….FUCKING Raziel Jones….you CUNT FUCK…I’ve been WORLD CHAMPION before and I’ll do it again without ANY cock sucking or pussy licking. Instead I’ll just CRUBSTOMP BASTARDS OR BITCHES…(heat)….and since I’m done drowning drunks how about I move onto YOU!!!!!
The stare last’s longer than expect and before a punch can be thrown an army of backstage referees & officials are there to have each side MOVE out of the other’s way as cameras return to ringside to Derrick Diamond & Professor Baxter.
Diamond: You talk about emotions running high as the road to WrestleWar’s draws closer…..Camden and Raziel although that would be a HELL OF A MATCH UP…it will have to wait for now.
Baxter: Hopefully we WON’T have to wait to long for anther Raziel world title run, but next up a tag team match stands in the way of either Rep Inc or Heat & Fire to move onto WrestleWar’s for the chance at TRINITY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP….HISTORY!!!!!!
Donald Master’s: The following Tag Team Match is scheduled for ONE FALL, where the winning team will advance to WRESTLEWAR’S to team with Marcus Enderton to compete for the FIRST EVER WGWF TRINITY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!!!!!
POP
Master’s: Introducing their opponents, first at a combined weight of 529 pounds they are WGWF Hall of Fame Members…….(POP)….. residing RIGHT HERE IN ATLANTA….(hometown POP)………HEATTTTTTTTTTTT & FIREEEEEE!!!!!!
“Sweet Child of Mine” by G&R rips across the arena, the lights flash from red to yellow over and over again as the Hall of Fame'ers….HEAT & FIRE….make their entrance to this capacity crowd. Huge Fireballs engulf the entrance way as this already hot crowd is BURNING up with excitement as the two make their way down to the ring.
Donald Master’s: And their opponents at a combined weight of 522 pounds, they are……ANDRE DIXIONNNNNNN……(pop)……ROD FRAIZERRRRRRR…….THEY ARE REP INCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!
On the screen, "YA BETTA WATCH YA BACK!" is shown as “Party Up” by DMX rips across the sound system as a LARGE FIREBALL explodes from below the stage and there standing in it’s smoke stands both Frazier & Dixon. Each man dressed in a pair of black jeans with “REP INC” spray painted on the left pant leg & their respected name on the right pant leg, each man wears white working boots, Dix ion is shirtless wile Frazier wears a black vest again REP INC displayed on the back along with an white bandanna as Dixon sports a baseball cap. The due makes their way down to the ring and ATTACKS HEAT & FIRE BEFORE THE BELL RINGS!!!!!!
Baxter “WATCH OUT HERE!!!”
We see Dixon sending Heat into a far corner and driving his shoulder into Heat’s ribs as Fire & Frazier exchange right hands in the middle of the ring, with Rod gaining the upper hand before sending Fire into the ropes and EXPLODING WITH A SNAP BELL TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!!! Fire flies across the ring as Dixon sends Heat towards Fraizer WHO DROPS HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!!!! Rep INC showing off power & speed before the bell even rings.
*Ding….Ding*
Andre goes into Heat’s corner and throws him over the top rope to the floor, while stepping out onto the apron himself to appease the referee. Rod then goes over to the destroyed and barely standing Fire, who drops to his knees and flat on his face in front of Frazier. The crowd is hot on Rep Inc’s case right now, no one wanting it to end like this, as Frazier shoots the half and tries to push over the dead weight of Fire before he finally does, hooking a leg and kicking his legs in excitement- 1…2…3…!!! NO!!! FIRE KICKS OUT!! The crowd ignites, as things aren’t as over as they looked! Rod looks at the referee and shouts at him for a moment before going into his corner and tagging in Dixon, both men going over to the still downed Fire and appear to set him up for the powerbomb/neckbreaker combo, but as they lift Fire high, Heat re-enters the frame, delivering a chop block to Frazier, forcing him to drop Fire’s body from the powerbomb position. With Dixon only holding the head and neck of Fire, he’s is able to elbow him off before delivering a hard forearm to him and forcing him away and near his partner. As both Frazier & Dixon get to their feet, they, and all in attendance, are surprised when HEAT & FIRE NAIL SIMULTANIOUS DROPKICKS, sending their challengers to roll outside the ring to re-think their entire plan. Heat and Fire, however, don’t immediately get up from their dropkicks, as the damage Rep Inc. dished out is still very much affecting them, the team having to use each other as crutches to slowly get to their feet, the crowd building a crescendo in pop the closer they get there. They finally get vertical, leading to a huge pop, both men signaling for their challengers to get back in the ring and do this, Frazier is noticeably irked by that, but he takes his frustration out to hitting Fire with a pair of boots to the head. He then drags Fire back to his feet and tries to whip him into an empty corner, but Fire reverses the whip and sends Frazier spiraling into it instead. Fire immediately follows that up with a huge corner clothesline that squishes Frazier so hard, he drunkenly walks out of the corner right into his waiting clutches for a GERMAN SUPLEX…NO!! Frazier jams the move, hooking a leg around Fire’s and preventing the move from being done. Fire tries and tries, but Frazier won’t let him lift him, instead prying Fire’s grip around his midsection apart. When he’s gotten sufficient space, Frazier leaps up and cracks Fire in the face with a picture perfect DROPKICK!! This sends Fire right back down and gives Frazier enough time to get to his corner and tag in Dixon, who enters and sets himself up rushing towards Fire and leaping onto the second turnbuckle rope looking for a TURNBUCKLE SPLASH…NO!! Fire gets the knees up at the last possible second!!
Diamond “ In their HALL OF FAME career’s, the team of Heat and Fire have never WON any sort of Tag Team Championship. They’re DESPERATE for that chance come WrestleWar’s.”
Fire rolling back to his feet now takes his boot and stats grinding it against his face before taking him up and whipping him into an empty corner, the recoil bringing Andre right into Fire’s’s arms…BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! The powerful Fire slings Andre right over her head! Smith now darts over for a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Dixon still has some life in him! Fire doesn’t get agitated, making sure to stay focused. He then takes Andre and flips him into a Tree of Woe in his corner, now tagging in Heat. He jumps in, only to be grabbed hold by Fire, who whips him towards the corner and nails Andre with a LOW CORNER DROPKICK!! Dixon’s body falls from the corner as his head is pushed in, but the falling body is caught by Fire, who is still in the ring. Fire grapples around Andre’s midsection…and nails a BEAUTIFUL WHEELBARROW SUPLEX!! The double team move is seamless, but as soon as Andre’s head is driven into the canvas on that, Heat is ready and waiting to finish the combo with a jackknife cover – 1…2…3-NO!! FRAZIER jumps across the ring to save his partner now, stopping the pin! Frazier gets admonished, but he doesn’t seem to care much. Heat now has to see if he can tangle with the larger Dixon, nailing him with several repeat shoot kicks while Andre tries to recover. The vicious feet of Heat seem to be doing the trick, but as he goes for the FINISHING ROUNDHOUSE, Andre ducks and catches Heat around the midsection, but now it’s Heat’s turn to fight out, undoing the grapple and nailing Andre with a LEAPING BACK ENZEGUIRI!! Dixon is rocked and goes down hard, Heat with another cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Andre still has something left in the tank! Heat, like his partner, avoids becoming irritated and opts to try and lift Andre back to his feet, but Andre pushes Fire off of him and into the ropes, Fire catching onto them so he doesn’t rebound. As Andre rushes at him, but gets caught with a BACKFLIP KICK for his troubles, Fire flipping onto the apron on the blow. He now looks to be setting up for what could be the killing shot, going for perhaps a SPRINGBOARD NECKBREAKER…BIG BOOT!! DIXON DROPS HEAT FROM OUT OF THE SKY!! A stunning visual indeed, as Andre now goes for what could be an academic cover – 1…2…3-NO!! FIRE saves his partner! Andre now breaks his focus to gets up to get in Fire’s face, but both men are pulled apart by King, as Fire is now admonished by him. As Andre goes right back to beating Heat down before taking him up over his head and planting him back down with a MILITARY PRESS DROP!! The power of Andre is on display here, now looking to prep for perhaps the finish, waiting for Heat to get back to his feet…GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB…NO!! Heat manages to spin it into a hurricanrana! Heat’s gets the space he needs to try and get to his corner, but as he stumbles to try and tag Fire in, he’s cut off by a VICIOUS LARIAT FROM DIXON!!
Baxter “ Reparation Inc are SERIOUS about taking back what they feel BELONGS to them by ANY means necessary. Tonight it may be the career’s of Heat and Fire.”
Andre then wraps himself around Heat’s waist, lifting him up…into a bearhug!! Fire’s decimated lower back is seriously put to the test here, as he yells out in pain and for Heat to help him out. His equally damaged partner is reaching, doing his best to try and get the tag, but they’re so far apart. As Heat starts delivering elbows to Andre’s head, but Dixon simply readjusts and clinches the hold tighter, stirring the pain. Heat stays in the hold for several more excruciating seconds before he starts putting his weight forward and pushing towards his corner, Andre being forced to backpedal. With Fire reaching out as far as he can to get to his partner, but still far too far. The bearhug inches closer and closer, just when they seem like a fingertip away…Andre dashes forward and drives Heat’s spine into Rep Inc’s corner instead. Frazier smiles and says ‘nice’ before leaning away as Andre isn’t done. He backpedals again, Heat still in his clutches and drives the back into the iron post a second time! This time, Andre pins Heat’s body between his own and the ring post, Frazier grabbing the tag rope and tagging Dixon on his back, becoming the legal man. Rod doesn’t step in, instead standing on the middle rope on the apron, grabbing the back of Heat ‘s head. As Andre keeps Heat’s body pinned up for a second until his partner leaps…springboard facebuster!! Heat’s body bounces up on the impact, Frazier scooting back on his ass and turning Heat over -1…2…3-NO!!Heat stays live!! Rod then takes Heat and snapmares him right back over, driving a duet of knees into his weak back before grabbing hold of his head and flipping over with the neck snap!! Heat whiplashes violently back down to the canvas, then dragging Heat a little closer to center ring before pumping an elbow up and screaming “NIG$$$” and leaping up with a vertical leap elbow drop, driving the joint into Heat’s sternum and staying there for another cover –1…2…3-NO!! Heat gets out of that one too, prompting Frazier to float over Heat’s body and tag back in Andre, who proceeds to grab hold of Heat’s arms while Frazier grabs hold of his legs. The two appear to mentally count before they pull up and execute a two-man freefall drop!! Heat lands squarely on his back, sending him writhing now, Dixon pulling him away from the ropes for another cover –1…2…3-NO!!
Diamond “Heat ISN’T fading anytime soon in this one.”
Again, Heat shows some resolve! Andre gets a little noticeably irritated at this, taking Heat by his hair and forcing him to his feet before picking him up, walking over to an empty corner, then scoop slamming him. Heat again tends to his back, as Dixon starts taking several steps back into the opposite empty corner. He looks and even points at Fire and flashes a grin before he rushes looking for the second hop DIXONBOMB…HEAT GETS THE KNEES UP!!!!! Andre’s guts get impaled, as this could be the breath of life Heat desperately need! Heat doesn’t get up immediately from the counter, still tending to his back as he gradually does. Andre gets to his feet as well, blindly rushing at Heat, who counters that with a one-man flapjack!! Andre’s face gets planted, as Heat grimaces once more, getting to one knee. He tends to his back and inches closer and closer to his corner, where Fire is extending…HE GOT IT!! FIRE FINALLY TAGS IN!! Andre rushes right back at Fire, who dumps him with a SCOOP POWERSLAM!! Andre is back up and dashes back towards the white-hot Fire only to eat a big boot of his own!! Fire is absolutely on fire right now, the crowd going hard, waiting for Andre to get back to his feet…hoisting Dixon over his shoulder…RUNNING POWERSLAM…NO!! Dixon now stops the move, slipping off the shoulder and grabbing Fire from behind…GERMAN SUPLEX!! Fire is derailed by Dixon, who has to shake the cobwebs out of his head before reaching over and tagging in Frazier who explodes back into the ring by nailing Fire with a SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP!! Rod now with a cover – 1…2…3-NO!! Fire somehow has the gusto to throw up a shoulder! Rod pounds the mat in his usual explosive anger, not liking that the match keeps going at all. As Frazier sits back and prepares for Fire to get back to his feet…JUMPING SLEEPER…NO!! Fire catches Frazier right on his shoulders and adjusts him…RUNNING POWERSLAM!! POWERSLAM CONNECTING!! Fire falls on Frazier and hooks a leg – 1…2…3…!! NO!! DIXON BURSTS INTO THE RING AND STOPS THE COUNT!!
Diamond “It’s Rep Inc’s turn to be back into a corner, Heat and Fire are BRINGING EVERYTHING THEY’VE GOT HERE AT HOME THIS EVENING!!!!”
Baxter “Maybe Marcus PAID the wrong team to watch his back.”
Andre forces the match to keep going, dragging Fire’s body off of his partner’s and starts to beat him down, but Fire fights back and pushes Andre back before rushing at him and CLOTHESLINING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!! The crowd pops as Dixon goes tumbling to the floor as Fire turns back to see Frazier…SUPERKICK!! FIRE IS BEHEADED!! Rod collapses but he does so from the wrong direction, away from his corner and away from Fire. Rod has no partner, but he covers Fire with a desperate attempt – 1…2…3-NO!! Fire still has something in him!! Frazier is beside himself now, barely able to lift his body but pounding his fists off the canvas. He groggily gets back to his feet, his entire body withered and unable to tag the still tumbled Dixon. He struts to his corner in vain and sees Andre still recovering, now forced to go back into the fray and see if he can hit Fire with a STINGER SPLASH…NOBODY HOME!! Fire tagging in Heat and the two whip Rod sternum-first into their corner. On the recoil, Frazier backpedals into their arms…AND IS PLANTED WITH A DOUBLE BACK SUPLEX!! Heat clamors to cover the limp Frazier – 1…2…3…NO!! FRAZIER STILL KICKS OUT!! Heat is surprised, but keeps his focus as he & Fire begin anther double team assault as he has Fire hold onto Rod as Heat climbs up on the top rope. Once their he leans over to receive Rod being placed on his shoulders by Fire. The crowd is buzzing as this looks like a killer SUPER DOUBLE POWERBOMB…NO!! ANDRE DIXON RETURNS TO THE RING AND CRACKS HIS FIST OFF OF FIRE’S SKULL!!!! NOW ROD STARTS FIGHTING BACK!! He pounds a flurry of right hands off of Fire’s face, getting from off his shoulders, and keeps fighting on the top rope. Dixon throws fire OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!!! Leaving Rod continuing to deliver a flurry of forearms to Heat still both men perched on the top rope…Dixon moves in as stands on the bottom rope applying a reverse headlock with Fire now turned around almost lying on the top turnbuckle facing up at the lights……..with Rod checking behind him…ANDRE LEAPS FORWARD…AND NAILS A BREATHTAKING TOP ROPE REVERSEFACEBUSTER/ AS FRAZIER NAILS A DIVING LEG DROP BULLDOG COMBO!!! OH MY GAAAAAD!!!
“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”
Baxter “IT’S OVER…..IT’S OVER….GOOD NIGHT HEAT…YOU’VE GONE COLD!!!!”
Diamond ‘I’ve never seen such a double team FINISHER like that, Rod with the cover, it’s academic here folks….ONE…..TWO…..THREE!!!!!”
*DING…..DING*
Donald Master’s: The WINNERS…(pop)….of that match and heading to WRESTLEWAR’S…..ANDRE DIXON…ROD….FRAZIER…..REP…..INCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!
Diamond “You talk about a HARD HITTING, EDGE OF YOUR SEAT….ALL THE STAKES IN THE WORLD…TAG TEAM MATCH…..THIS WAS IT… we now know that May 25th for the FIRST TIME EVER…..for the WGWF TRINITY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP’S…It will bee Marcus Enderton, Andre Dixon and Rod Frazier to face off against the Extinction’s own Paul Frost, Kenneth Ridge & Ryan Dusk at WRESTLEWAR’S!!!!!”
Baxter “Say what you will and while I giv’em grief from time to time, the hometown team of Heat and Fire certainly have NOTHING to be ashamed of this evening. They had Rep Inc on the ropes for awhile and if they can find a 3rd member they could be in line for those Trinity Tag Titles down the line……..”
Fans POP as Dixon & Frazier finally make it back to their feet, hands raised in celebration as cameras catch Heat & Fire walking back up the Brawl entrance ramp, turning and facing their home town crowd and “thanking” them with a few waves….CHAIR SHOT!!!!! HEAT & FIRE ARE STRUCK FROM BEHIND ON-STAGE VIA PAUL FROST!!!!!!!!
MEGA HEAT
Diamond “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ALL ABOUT?”
B L A C K O U T
Baxter “GOD’S NOT FINISHED YET”
Diamond “Andre….Rod…GET READY”
When the arena lights return standing in the center of the ring BOTH Dusk & Ridge and Dixon & Frazier are having a stand off the Extinction DIDN’T get the drop on them after all. It’s obvious Dixon & Frazier are more than worse for wear than Dusk & Ridge but that doesn’t STOP Rep Inc who TEAR INTO THE EXTINCTION IN THE RING!!!! Fists are flying as both tag teams have paired off with Dixon getting the better of Ridge while Dusk slugs away at Frazier.
B L A C K O U T
STEEL SMASHING OFF FLESH ECHOES AROUND THE DARKEN ARENA
The lights return showing Ridge & Dusk in possession of steel chairs and baseball bats with Rep Inc laid out on the canvas and on the stage Paul Frost has now got a hot microphone all to himself and in the most obnoxious southern accent EVER, takes to the microphone……
Frost: I say….I say there…now….what do we have here-ham….it looks like two negro dawgs that are in need of their daily WHUPPINGS.
HEAT
Frost: I’d reckon these two be fixin for a WHUPPING since there CURRENT master….(HEAT)…..is nothing but a yellah belly BASTARD….who’s much too RETARDED to beat the BLACK…(HEAT)…OUTTA THESE BOYS……but lucky for US, GOD (heat), certainly AINT yellah belly and would be more than HAPPY TO WHUP YOU TWO DAWGS MYSELF!!!!!!
Diamond “This, this is just disturbing on a NEW LEVEL OF SIN”
Frosty directs Ridge & Dusk to drag the bodies of REP Inc up and laid across the top rope as Paul saunters down the ramp way as Ridge & Dusk then each reach into their jacket pockets and retrieve pairs of hand cuffs , Ridge hand cuffs the ankles of each man while Dusk hand cuff’s Andre’s & Frazier’s hands across the top rope. Steeping back leaving them exposed as Ridge & Dusk each reach across their pants and remove their leather belts.
Baxter “Oh- NO”
As Frost reaches the bottom of the ramp, he kicks over the steel steps towards the middle so he’s able to stand on top of them getting eye contact with both Dixon & Frazier.
Frost: Now yall isn’t this just the prettiest picture yall ever did see? Hmmm? I mean just look at you dawgs in your PROPER position is life…..(heat)….chained up and waiting for a WHUPPING…yes sir….in fact that should be the name of your WORTHLESS tag team….THE CHAIN GANG……(HEAT)…although to be honest the BLACK and BLUE BOYZ would be a MORE fitting name after the WHUPPING though……
Frost nods his head as Ridge & Dusk SMACK THE LEATHER BELTS ACROSS THE EXPOSED FLESH OF DIXON & FRAZIER.
The arena goes silent as the pain edged across both Rod & Andre’s is obvious but each man stay silent.
Frost: Boys, boys it seems these dawgs DIDN’T get whupped hard enough, cause I’m NOT hearing any squealing, not a peep….YOU HAVE TO WHUP’EM HARDER….REALLY BEAT THESE DAWGS….boy’s I want MY angels in heaven to hear these DAWGS CRY….. I WANT THESE TWO TELLIN THE NEWS TO EVERYBODY….ABOUT THE WHUPPING THEY’RE GETTING TONIGHT!!!!
Frost’s VILE smile is almost horrifying as cameras keep on Frost and the SICKENING SOUND OF MORE FLESH BEING TORN VIA THE LEATHER STRAPS VIA RIDGE & DUSK ARE HEARD!!!!!
Frost: THAT’S IT…HARDER…FASTER…HARDER…FASTER…WHUP’EM….WHUP’EM REAL GOOD…..YES…YES…CRY….NEGRO….CRY!!!!!!
Frost is now in FACE of DIXON AND SLAPS IT….THEN SLAPS FRAZIER….....DUSK & RIDGE CONTINUE TO LET THE LEATHER FLY UNTIL THEY STOP!
The sight is beyond horrifying cameras catch the welts left in the backs of Frazier & Dixon, blood has been drawn and flesh has been removed as Ridge & Dusk remove the top rope cuffs resulting in both Dixon & Frazier falling to the canvas as Ridge & Dusk leave the ring and rejoin Frost on the outside. Frost for his part now steps mere inches away from Rep Inc. Both men have tears running down their face, their in SERIOUS pain here.
Frost (leans in & LICKS the tears from BOTH Dixon’s & Frazier’s face): Yummmy!!!!!
MEGA HEAT
Frost: Tastes like chicken and waffles….(HEAT)….you two DAWGS got the WHUPPING you so DESPERATELY needed, you MOTHER FUCKING N%%%#GERS STAY OUT OF GOD’S WAY….(HEAT)….THIS YOUR ONE WARNING…..A TASTE OF WHUPPINGS TO COME…..I’d suggest you go on and tell your MASTER….YOUR DONE…..YOU TELL MARCUS OF YOUR WHUPPING…SHOW YOUR SCARS….AND CRAWL BACK TO THE GHETTO…..(HEAT)….OR WE’LL SEND YOU THEIR IN BODY BAGS.
Frost drops the mic as he & the Extinction leave ringside and very quickly EMT’s & WGWF officials arrive on the scene, in fact Derrick Diamond & Baxter have stopped talking all together as cameras quickly break giving time for help to arrive.
*** Commercial Break ***
Cameras return to ringside where a dejected Derrick Diamond sits along with Baxter……
Diamond “I’m NOT going to give that son of a bitch the satisfaction of retelling the VILE actions we just witnessed moments ago, what I will say and hope to GOD….A REAL ONE….Paul where ever you and your RATS are hiding, know this PAYBACK is coming your way. EVIL NEVER LIVES, when those three MEN BEAT YOU, it won’t be good enough, you deserve to ROT IN HELL FOR WHAT YOU JUST DID.”
Baxter “Anything else?”
Diamond “ Yes I don’t want to have to call anther JACKASS’S actions in this ring the rest of the night, so what’s next?”
Baxter “Raziel.”
Diamond “Oh son of a…….”
Donald Master’s: The following is your Monday Night BRAWL….MAIN…EVENT!!!!!!!
POP
Donald Master’s: The following is singles match scheduled for ONE FALL….introducing first…making HIS RETURN TO THE WGWF…..a HALL OF FAME’ER…..JUSTIN…..RAZIELLLLLLL…….JONESSS!!!!!!!”
The only way I depict you
Is that your redemption's undeserved
Meet the vessel of your reprisal
Retribution calls
Raziel comes out on stage to knee length smoke, his shirtless body glistening in sweat from his ritual pre-match workout, his arms getting loose at his sides, his zip down hoodie only showing his tattooed chest and abdomen, his hood up above his black hair. Raven Hex falls in line behind him as he looks out at the crowd, cracking his neck rather violently as he makes his way down to the ring however cameras catch Raz BRINING A SIX PACK down to the ring as well.
It's not that I take life for granted
It's only that the good won't make it
Innocence dies while Villainy Thrives
At the bottom of the ramp, Raziel grins out at the crowd, his hand rubbing over the scar on his neck as he points to the corner for Raven to go there. She follows his lead, narrowing her eyes at jeering crowd members. Raziel springboards up onto the apron before hopping over the top rope, his hood halling from his head as he swiftly moves to the far corner.
How can you harm a living thing thinking that it's your right?
How can you defile a life deprive it of innocence?
For too long you have gotten away with murder
A fitting justice would be your painful execution
He presses his chest against the corner, elbows cocked as he holds the ropes before pulling himself up to the second rope and leaning out towards the crowd, wildly slapping at his chest and motioning that he is indeed here for business as he tears off his hood and throws it into the crowd. Some boo him, which only causes him to grin and throw them the finger before dropping back to the ring.
If only I could afflict you
Hurt you in the same way that you hurt
I just want to exact reprisal
Retribution calls
The song dies out as Raziel circles the inside of the ring asking for a microphone and grabbing one of the beers out of the packaging…….
Raziel: Atlanta…….(HEAT)….I love you guys too…..(MORE Heat)….right now though I wanted to take a minute….a serious minute…a….SOBER…(heat)…minute and talk about a VERY good friend of mine…TAX.
MORE HEAT
Raziel: Now, now you SHOULDN'T BOO AN ALOCHOLIC….it’s a sickness, a disease a burden….hmmmm the more I think of Tax he’s MORE alcoholic than man actually….(HEAT)….nothing but a burden, a worthless leach in this federation……you know the more I think about what happened to Tax landing him in HOUSE ARRESST….(HEAT)…..because not even biggest homo’s in the big house would FUCK that worthless piece of shit, they sent him home to JACK HIMSELF OFF!!!!!!
MEGA HEAT
Raziel: Where was I, ah yes the beer. See I was going to toast Tax on NEVER returning to the WGWF….EVER AGAIN…(HEAT)……but instead I’ll toast myself…..BECAUSE I’M THE BEST THING GOING TODAY!!!!!
HEAT
Raziel than pops open the bottle of suds and enjoys a drink until
Donald Master’s: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Norwich now by way of Las Vegas Nevada…..DORLLLLINGGGGGG!!!!!!!
Even with the fans fair and theme blasting, Dorling walks still in a state of shock & disappointment after the events earlier this evening, Dorling stops half way down the ramp and shakes his body out and looks towards the ring & Raziel. Putting on a better game face Dorling makes his way into the ring.
*Ding…Ding*
Raz & Dorling don’t circle around the ring, instead, just opting to just make direct lines at each other and instantly lock-up. Almost as soon as they do, Raziel shoves Dorling back, causing him to hit a back roll into a crouch. Raziel lets out a cocky ‘WOOOO!’, getting some heat and getting even more when he starts jockeying around in very cocky fashion. The look on Dorling’s face says he doesn’t have time for this, jumping right back into the fray and getting in another collar-and-elbow tie up. The two-stay intertwined just a little bit longer, but it’s Raziel again who shows he has more power than Dorling by backing him into a corner. Referee Justin King has to ask Raziel to back away from the corner and allow Dorling some space, with the rope break and all. Raziel seems to comply, backing away with his hands up and giving Dorling his moment of breath … before SOCKING DORLING WITH A SUCKER PUNCH!! Dorling reels and hits the corner hard, forced to lean against the lower portion of it as Raziel once again garners some heat for cocky tactics. He sustains this by backing away from Dorling and shadow boxing around, shuffling his feet and his fists around in the same iconic way as Muhammad Ali.
Baxter “The seasons may change but RAZIEL IS FOREVER……”
Diamond “A JACKASS……YOU’RE A WRESTLER NOT A BOXER”
The arrogance level of Raziel is duly noted here, a look over to Dorling shows him gripping his jaw. The ref claps his hands together for both men to get it on again, which they take a second or so to do. They don’t jockey for position very long, Dorling taking advantage this time and using Raziel’s momentum to flip him over with an impressive arm drag! Justin gets back to his feet, only for Dorling to nail him with a second one! Raziel springs to his feet one last time, but instead of finishing the trifecta … it’s Dorling who BLASTS RAZIEL IN THE JAW WITH A PUNCH!! It’s the Hall of Fame’ers turn to reel into a corner now and hold the side of his face, the crowd popping for Dorling’s retaliation. It’s his turn to show his cockiness, as now he starts dancing around the ring and shadow boxing, although his movements probably more resemble those of Shane McMahon than an actual boxer. Raziel is very much unimpressed, clutching at his face and checking his hand to see if he’s busted a lip, but he’s fine. Even so, he obviously looks vexed, rushing back out of the corner towards Dorling … only for Dorling to throw him up in the air with a FREEFALL DROP!! Jones is flung into the air and right back onto his stomach! Raziel grips at his midsection, only to look up and see Dorling again flashing his cocky side by flexing and showing his muscles, pumping his arms out like he’s Terry Borden. The crowd eats it up, as Dorling shows Justin just how much their attitudes may very well be similar.
Diamond “What good of the goose and gander shit, it doesn’t matter Dorling despite being wrong earlier in the night has come to wrestle anther Hall of Fame’er and is keeping up.”
Raziel doesn’t seem to give the slightest shit, once again springing off the canvas and throwing himself at Dorling, driving boot after boot after boot into his ribs and legs and forcing him down to one knee. Once Raziel has Dorling a little more worn down, he wrenches an arm and forces it back behind him with a hammerlock. Dorling has to deal with Raziel pressing down on him on one knee, but he makes it back to his feet where he tries to reach back and find a way out of it in vain. Jones wrenches the hammerlock in even tighter, forcing Dorling to tell King ‘no’ on the submission question. Dorling dips a little bit and tries to perhaps go behind Jones and lock in a hammerlock of his own, but Raziel follows his hips and keeps on him, just holding onto it even tighter. This obviously frustrates Dorling, when he hits the canvas with a forward roll to unwind his arm, only for Jones to follow him once again and re-wrench it, getting the hammerlock in again. Dorling lets out a grunt out of aggravation, again telling King he doesn’t want to quit. Instead, he makes it back to his feet and has to deal with Dorling yelling his ear to ‘give up now, boy’. Dorling doesn’t adhere to that, suddenly beginning to run around the ring a little. He picks up some speed before turning a shoulder … AND FORCING RAZIEL OUT OF THE RING!! Jones flies through the middle rope and to the floor, right in front of the announce team! It took a while, but Dorling is finally free. Raziel has to shake his head back into things, possibly a little dizzy, but when he looks up, he sees Dorling flying at him with a SUICIDE DIVE!!!
Baxter “INCOMING”
Both men are down, but Dorling has the distinct advantage now! Raz may be stronger and perhaps even better on the mat, but Dorling shows he’s faster and perhaps more unorthodoxed than Jones anticipated. Dorling doesn’t waste much time getting to his feet, shaking some life into the arm that was hammerlocked, then taking Justin and rolling him underneath the bottom rope. He keeps his head sticking out from under that rope before jumping up to the apron and coming down … WITH A HARD GUILLITINE ELBOW RIGHT ACROSS RAZIEL’S FACE!! Dorling getting aggressive, rolling back in, pulling Raziel farther from the ropes, and getting the first cover of the contest – ONE…TWO…NO!! Too early for a real near fall there, but now at least Dorling has some sort of advantage. Raziel sits up after throwing up his shoulder, Dorling taking note of this and rearing back – and SMASHING JONES IN THE BACK WITH A HARD KICK!! Raz curls his fingers and scrunches his face to sell the stinging of the move, Dorling forcing him back to the canvas for another cover –ONE…TWO…NO!! Again too early for too much, Jones showing some fight early on. Dorling floats over and tries to nab Raziel in a headlock, but he ducks out of it and quickly gets back to his feet, bashing Dorling in the gut with another hard boot before taking him and making a missile out of him – AND SENDING HIM SHOULDER-FIRST INTO AN IRON POST!! Dorling’s momentum and shoulder are damn near dislocated! Jones wipes at his nose and pretends not to hear Justin King admonishing him for the blatant heel tactic. Raziel doesn’t give much of a damn, tugging the ailing Dorling out from behind and rolling him up –ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Dorling is able to throw his legs up and get out of the school boy, his entire body now lain flat from the effort. Jones doesn’t look all that peeved, opting instead to begin drilling Dorling over and over again with elbow drop after elbow drop after elbow drop. Raz nails a total of seven elbows before again hooking a leg –ONE…TWO…NO!! It’s Jones turn to try and wear down Dorling some more, catching him in a front headlock and trying to drain him of oxygen. Dorling wags a finger and just says he’s not done yet to the ref, Atlanta trying to get Dorling back into the ballgame……….
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Dorling is finally on his feet, Jones trying with all his might to keep sucking the life out of his opponent. Dorling manages to force Jones up against the ropes and then pushing him off, forcing him to rebound right back … but Raziel strikes Dorling hard with a shoulder block. Dorling falls flat, Jones going to rebound off the ropes again, Dorling flipping onto his stomach as Jones steps over him and rebounds once again. On this rebound, Dorling springs up and catches Jones under an arm and slings him over for a nice, momentous HIP TOSS!! Raz has to scurry to his feet, but in the time it takes him to do so, Dorling rebounds off the ropes and rockets right back at him…with a well-placed leaping calf kick! Dorling is gaining a head of steam here, as Justin looking more and more out of it as he’s caught off by the offense. He’s forced to retreat to a corner, Dorling following in quick pursuit and whipping him into the opposite corner. Dorling then preps himself and rushes … HIGH CORNER KNEE … NO!! Raziel moves out of the way, recognizing the move from last week! Dorling hits his knee on the turnbuckle, momentarily stunning him as he tends to it. As he stumbles out of the corner, Jones takes this chance to run at Dorling … AND NAIL HIM WITH A HIGH RUNNING BOOT TO THE HEAD!! Dorling’s head is thrown off his shoulders as Jones goes down for another cover – ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Dorling rolls a shoulder!! Raziel looks somewhat disappointed, taking Dorling up by the hair and pulling him to his feet, locking him in a three-quarters facelock. Raziel tugs at Dorling’s head, hitting him repeatedly with MULTIPLE KNEES TO THE TEMPLE!! Raziel looking to bore a hole through Dorling’s head, hitting three knees before yanking him up and pulling him back down … SNAPMARE DRIVER!! WOW!! Dorling’s head is driven into the canvas like a dart, Raziel pulling that nasty move out of the either!! As Dorling recoils from the blow before falling right back down to the canvas for another Raziel cover – ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! DORLING ROLLS A SHOULDER AGAIN!!
Baxter “YOU CAN’T KICK OUT FOREVER…Dorling, RAZ HAS GOT YOUR NUMBER. Just a matter of time.”
Jones lifts himself on his knees and puts his hands on his hips, making sure what the count was with the referee Dorling is still very much out of it, trying his damndest to get vertical again. He’s only able to get to a knee, which allows Raziel to size him up and aim for a DRIVE-BY KICK … NO!! Dorling ducks the move at the last second and catches Jones from under and between, pulling off his own school boy –ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Raz is just able to spin his legs and get out of the move, landing in good enough position to spring back to his feet. He approaches the slower recovering Dorling, catching him in a DOUBLE UNDERHOOK … but Dorling spins out of it and clutches Raziel’s wrist before pulling him in with a short-arm … DDT!! DDT!! Dorling now drives Raziel into the canvas with a nifty counter! Dorling has to shake life back into his head for a moment before shooting the half – ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! The Hall of Fame’er still has life left in him, the damage done to Dorling again rearing its head when he can’t immediately go back on the offensive. He shakes some life back into his head again before having to turn over on a knee and get back to his feet, he and Raziel getting vertical around the same time. Dorling is a tad groggier, but he takes a swing at Raziel’ head with the BIG ROUNHOUSE … NO!! Jones ducks underneath it, catching Dorling in a rear waistlock … POSSIBLE GERMAN SUPLEX … NO!! Dorling hustles towards the ropes, gripping them and using them as leverage to not be slammed. Raziel looks to adjust, possibly trying to turn it into a victory roll…but Dorling still holds on, Raziel rolling back onto his head empty handed! Dorling approaching him with double underhooks now … DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER!! Dorling’s knee is crunched against Jones spine, Dorling now for another cover – ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Again, Raziel rolls a shoulder and stays alive!! It’s Dorling now who starts letting his frustration show, Dorling stalking, waiting … waiting … waiting … and looks for the DORBREAK…THE SUPERKICK… NO!!!! RAZIEL DUCKS UNDER THE EXTEND LEGS AND BRINGS DORLING DOWN WITH THE NEVERMORE….THE CODEBREAKER CONNECTS….HALF CONNECTS!!!!!! Dorling goes down awkwardly as the Codebreaker lands in a modified state as Raziel scrambles for the cover-–ONE…TWO…THR-NO!!! DORLING KICKS OUT!! DORLING KICKS OUT!!
Diamond “Time KEEPS ticking and Dorling keeps kicking out, what your looking at here is an example of the PAST meeting the FUTURE and Dorling is a FUTURE Hall of Fame’er”
The Hall of Fame’er is more irate than he was last time, pounding both fists against the canvas . Raziel lets out his fury on the still prone Dorling, taking his arm and locking it above his head while standing … for an ELEVATED SCISSORED ARMBAR!! Jones is twisting away, the hold having as much effect on Dorling’s arm as it does his neck area! Dorling gritting his teeth and curls his fingers at the pain, refusing to go down like this. The entire arena is on Dorling’s side here, not buzzing big so that Dorling knows he’s got supporters. He takes all that in and manages to swing to a knee and quickly grab Raziel from behind to get out of the hold, pushing him forward off the ropes, and getting his own VICTORY ROLL –ONE…TWO…THR-NO!! Once again, Raziel throws up his legs just in time, flinging Dorling off of his body and towards the ropes. Dorling braces himself against the cables, he turns around to see charging right back is Raziel … SNAP OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY TOSS!! Dorling is thrown with authority over the head of Raziel!! Jones quickly tries to gather himself as he clamors to cover Dorling –ONE…TWO…NO!!And Dorling still will not go down! Raziel now runs his hands through his hair in silent anger, Dorling crawling to a corner to try and get back to his feet with some support. Once again, this gives the Hall of Fame’er enough time to measure Dorling up, heading to the opposite corner and crossing his arms around his neck for a taunt, going for one more BOOT … NO!! Dorling ducks the corner running boot, causing Raziel to STRADDLE HIMSELF ON THE TOP ROPE!! The whole arena lets out an “OOOOH!” as Raziel hangs on by his family jewels. He doesn’t stay there for long, however, as Dorling gets to his feet … and snaps off the NASTY ROUNDHOUSE TO THE ELEVATED RAZIEL!! Jones then falls off of his perch and tumbles on the apron before going all the way to the floor!
Baxter “NOT the jewels…..WE NEED more little Raziel’s walking around.”
Diamond “I’m sure there already ARE given his history.”
Dorling takes a moment to gather himself and fell the crowd once he gets to his feet, Jones trying to grasp at some guard rails once he’s outside. Raz gets to his feet by leaning on the guard rails, King beginning his count out count –
…1!!
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…2!!
Dorling rolls outside…
…3!!
Dorling takes a few steps along the perimeter … running at Raziel … and CRACKING HIM RIGHT IN THE JAW WITH THE RUNNING HIGH KNEE!!
…4!!
Dorling then grabs hold of Raz’s face … and finishes the combo with a BULLDOG ON THE OUTSIDE PADDING!!
…5!!
As Dorling rolls Raz in, he himself climbs on up to the apron, King’s count still going because he’s still outside…
…6!!
Dorling doesn’t seem to care, leaning back and lying in wait for Raz to recover and get back to his feet, looking to hit one big move before a big finish. Raziel drunkenly gets back to his feet, his head being knocked around on the outside. He tries to box someone he can’t see before turning back in the right direction, only to see Dorling flying at him with the SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE … AND DORLING NAILS IT – ON THE REFEREE!! RAZIEL PULLS KING IN THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND!!
Diamond “GOOD GOD, THAT WAS SICK AND TWISTED.”
Using the referee as a meat shield, Raziel counters Dorling’s big signature! Dorling then realizes who he hit instantly, turning after the impact to see King knocked the fuck out. He tries to shake some life back into him, not aware of Raziel behind him and fully conscious. Dorling absent-mindedly gets to one knee while trying to bring the referee to, when suddenly … DRIVE-BY KICK!! DRIVE-BY KICK!! THE SHINING BOOT CONNECTS AGAINST DORLING’S TEMPLE!! Dorling falls to the canvas, a boot mark imprinted on the side of his face as Raziel slumps over the body of Dorling, hooking a leg…
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BUT THE REFEREE IS STILL DEAD!!
The crowd counts out loud the phantom cover, but Raziel’s decision to use the official as a shield backfires in a big way! The Hall of Fame’er realizes this after getting Dorling on the canvas for a full four and a half count. He lifts himself from off of Dorling’s his face locked in a very aggravated look as he goes over to King and shakes him, trying to get him back up. King is barely just now coming around, Raziel slapping his face to help him regain himself. When the official looks like he might be able to at least move and swing his arms, Raz lets him go and roams right back over to Dorling, again flinging himself on top of him and hooking both legs this time. The referee’s count is the big, slow, dramatic windmill –
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Diamond “ DORLING KICKS OUT!! HE KICKS OUT!!”
The whole ordeal took far too long!! Raziel is in disbelief and boarder line rage, Atlanta popping huge! As Raziel simply cannot believe it grabbing the official and propping him up in a corner. This garners a great deal of heat, as Raziel screams in King’s face that “That’s a bullshit call, blue!!” King doesn’t have much of a rebuttal other than to stare somewhat fearfully at a man twice his build. Raz hopes the intimidation works as he turns to go back at Dorling the Titantron on the entrance way flickers and the following is played…..
Baxter “ Could we get a LOCK on that thing?”
Raziel can’t help but crack a grin “Was that for ME or TAX?”,Raz turns around… BUT DORLING PULLS HIM IN FOR A SURPRISE SMALL PACKAGE –
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*DING…DING*
Donald Master's: The WINNER of the match......DORLLLLLINGGGGGGG!!!!!!!
A MASSIVE POP, echos around the Philips arena as Dorling rolls out of the ring, hands raised in victory as he backs up the entrance ramp. Meanwhile left SHOCKED & PISSED OFF.....Raziel holds his head in disgust after getting rolled up by a NON Hall of Fame'er. Once again the tron switch from live action to showing.............TAX
Baxter "WHAT?"
Tax (grinning): Raz....hey RAZ.....buddy.....THAT WAS FROM ME TO YOU!!!!!
MEGA POP, as Tax is shown toasting Raz with an empty beer bottle as the tron fades leaving RAZIEL SHOUTING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS.......
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Diamond “I’m SICK to death with all this drama, Tax BEAT YOU RAZ, without even lifting a physical finger. Deal with IT!”
Cameras switch from ringside and give us a SIX way vertical split screen showing….HUNTER…..Cable…..Page…..Slater….Starchylde & Camden all waking towards the ring.
Baxter ‘What about THAT drama Derrick? Championship drama, as ALL six and maybe seven if Andy grows a pair. They are ALL on their way to the ring to make it official, the MAIN EVENT of WrestleWar’s is about to be signed. Moments away.”
*** Final Commercial Break ***
Returning from break, the lights in the Philips arena have been dimed all except over the ring, the canvas has been replaced with black carpeting with a long table placed in the center of the ring, the table sports a red covering as the WGWF Championship lies flat in the center, with glasses of water, black leather bound folders, microphones and name plates each one reading one of the six participants. Hopkins stands at the very end of the table as Camden, Cable, Starchylde, Slater & Hunter are each already standing behind their chairs while Chris Page’s music finishes dying down as Page saunters over to his chair as all the participants take their respect seats at the table.
“THIS IS AWESOME” *clap clap clap* “THIS IS AWESOME”
“LET’S GO PAGE” *clap clap clap* “LET’S GO HUNTER”
“THIS IS AWESOME” *clap clap clap* “THIS IS AWESOME”
“THIS IS GLORIOUS" *clap clap clap* “THIS IS GLORIOUS”
“WENT WANT THE QUEEN” *clap clap clap* “BRING DA BEAST”
“THIS IS AWESOME” *clap clap clap* “THIS IS AWESOME”
“CAMDEN’S GONNA KILL YOU” *clap clap clap* “CAMDEN’S GONNA KILL YOU”
It’s obvious the crowd is HOT, SUPER MEGA HOT for all involved. Even the most jaded superstar in that ring can’t help but crack a smile, things get even louder as Slater picks up his mic and stands up……
Slater: IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT FOR THE LAST AND SOON TO BE AGAIN….WGWF CHAMPION!!!!!!
“THIS IS GLORIOUS" *clap clap clap* “THIS IS GLORIOUS”
“THIS IS GLORIOUS" *clap clap clap* “THIS IS GLORIOUS”
“THIS IS GLORIOUS" *clap clap clap* “THIS IS GLORIOUS”
Page: Very good Tristian, now do you get them all to jump through a hoop for a piece of Popeye’s later? (HEAT) MY point here people are we just goanna sit here and jerk each other’s ego’s with chants from the Universe or actually SIGN something……MY NEXT WORLD TITLE RUN.
POP
Hopkins: I agree, Slater take your seat and lets get this going, tonight in the very same ring as the LAST WrestleWar’s, we have all gathered in Atalanta….(HOMETOWN POP)….to witness the NEXT WrestleWar’s take shape with ALL six of you sitting here this evening have EARNED their way back to the MAIN EVENT……
Camden: NOT all of us earned anything, some had it written into a contract.
Page (grinning): Don’t hate the player, you know scratch that KEEP hatting me for being so gosh darn SMARTER THAN EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU, dorks who sit here at MY table for having the brains enough to guarantee a WrestleWar’s Main Event.
Hunter: Well you need brains Chris because that receding hairline and ever-expanding gut, certainly DON’T help.
Page: Oh you got jokes.
HUNTER (smiling): Of course, I mean I’ve already BEATEN YOU…..TWICE….(pop)…at WrestleWar’s I needed something new.
Hopkins: Back to the MATTERS at hand, like I was saying before all six of you earned the right in their own ways to main event the BIGGEST event of the year but only ONE of you will leave the World’s most famous arena as champion….in a NEW and IMPROVED Elimination Chamber. Bigger it stands 25 feet from the floor to the ceiling, FOUR MILES OF CHAINS have been wrapped around ensure NO GIVE, when you whip somebody against that wall the chains will dig deep into flesh and most of all the thing weights over 3 tons of steel designed to PUNISH the human body. Ensuring that the WGWF Universe watch a TRUE Champion is crowned inside of that structure the NEXT WGWF Champion will certainly have walked though HELL and BACK to earn it.
POP
Slater: So Matt before you say anything else can you STOP saying earned. I mean we ALL know that….(points at Page)…DIDN’T EARN A DAMN THING……he’s been coasting or depending on life style he’s been huffing the same BLUNT career since 2007….sure YOU WERE GREAT….but now….now Chris like all those bags of chips you’ve eaten…..it’s time that WE throw away your bag because it just isn’t full of anything new. POT’S LEGAL….(POP)….your gimmick is PAST it’s HIGH point. And now Matt the SECOND generation of Page is what going to be HANDED a chance at MY Championship for what?
Hopkins: He did beat Hall of Fame’er Paul Frost……..
HEAT
Camden: WHO HASN’T BEATEN PAUL FROST?
POP
Slater: Yeah, it’s like kissing your cousin, it really doesn’t count.
Starchylde: Aww, what’s wrong boys can’t handle a BASTARD’s child being added to the match, it sounds like you two protest too much because he’ll be YOUR problem, in fact he’ll be ALL of your problems because let’s not forget who’s entering LAST and…….
Page: LEAVING FIRST, YOU DUMB BITCH!!!!!
POP
HUNTER: Let’s not forget how you “EARNED” that spot……..
Starchylde: PEASANT, oh boo-hoo my wifely DIED in the ring over NINE YEARS AGO, HAVE SYMPATHY FOR MY NEW WIFEY…GIMMY THE TITLE ONE LAST TIME. YUCK, gag me Hunter. You know looking around this table you ALL joke about Paul Frost but almost EVERYBODY seems to have been BUTT hurt my him so much you all can’t see your own FLAWS. So BUG DEAL I “cheated”….it’s called working SMARTER NOT HARDER……..
Page: Who did you wrestle again?
Camden: It was the guy in the chicken suit
Page: No
HUNTER: Matt you hire back Dark Shadow?
Slater: No…it was that rip off biker, you know the one that flips that cash for gold sign off the highway…….
Page: Ryder….Ryder Rebel…WOW….Alyce I’m glad you were able to outsmart THAT multiple time world champion……
Starchylde: Oh HAHAHA……Chris sweety, you should want Andy in the match, a BRING YOUR KID TO WORK DAY is the ONLY chance you have of getting a blood donor right away because out of ALL of us old man, YOU’LL BE THE FIRST TO GO….OFF WITH YOUR HEAD AND SUCH.
Slater: For once I actually agree with you Alyce, sure I’ll BEAT YOU….AGAIN….(pop)…..but for this one moment in time, I’ll happily drink at your tea party, the tears of these HAS BEENS sitting at this table. Look around Hunter, Chris and you too Camden. No LONGER are any of you WORTHY let alone GLORIOUS enough to carry MY belt strap let alone the World Championship. It’s time that each and everyone of you KNOW your places……BEHIND US…..behind Cable…behind Alyce and most certainly WAY BEHIND…ME!!!!
Slater flashes a smile as Alyce rolls her eyes.
Starchylde: I’d wipe that smile off your face dumb ass, she may SLAP it off you for the fun of it.
Camden: Is that right? Is that how you think, with your heads so far up each other’s ass’s you can taste what the other had for breakfast?
POP
Camden: See Tristian I have looked in the back, I’ve seen the so called “new” talent and guess what….IT FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!
MIXED POP
Camden: What I see in the back is a generation of know nothing, do nothings because you are ALL NOTHING!!!!! Your good looks let alone talent could hold up a house of cards let alone a wrestling federation. You get a good LOOK AT US….Hunter…Page and ME….the FUCKING Hall of Fame’ers…..you Slater AREN’T in the Hall of Fame…you just have a paper saying you are…..sure you main events TWO WrestleWar’s…..the first time it was against TWO legit Hall of Fame’er they CARRIED that match, they CARRIED that story and most of all they CARRIED you to actually greatness but considering the LAST WrestleWar’s you TWO “newbies” main evented it was the LAST WrestleWar’s for over a year so you tell me what line to get in boy, because if it’s the talent line than you ARE WAY BEHIND EVERYBODY EXCEPT PETER FUCKING GILMORE…oh and I’M THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS RING WHO’S ONE A CHAMBER MATCH!!!!
HUNTER: For now…….
Camden (flashes a tiny grin): No HUNTER….not for now…but FOREVER…..the last time we stepped inside…you walked out WITHOUT this…(Camden taps on the title on the table)….THIS TIME….the only trophy your leaving with is your wife…and I’m happy for you HUNTER, you are truly a GOOD MAN….you just aren’t good enough to BEAT ME.
Page: But I am……
Hunter stands up out of his chair and looks eye to eye with Camden
HUNTER: Page’s YOU’VE NEVER been good enough to BEAT ME…..and Jocelyn…..I’m ready to be GREATER than good….and I’m ready to return the favor inside that chamber….I meant what I said to EVERYBODY….ONE LAST TITLE WIN…and I’m OUT.
Starchylde: Just save US the trouble and LEAVE NOW.
Page: You know I was thinking the same thing.
Camden: Then maybe you two should date.
Page: What do you say wifely number three?
Starchylde: Sleep with me and I’ll cut it off, paint it orange and feed it to MY rabbit.
Cable: And then I’ll eat the rabbit…..
Page: So the “beast” isn’t a mute after all…..
Cable: No I am NOT, but to be honest why in the hell would I open my mouth to look like all of you? Talking in circles, talking like the MORONS you claim you aren’t and most off embarrassing yourselves over a championship NONE OF YOU are very going to touch it after I walk out of that chamber with MY World Championship. My actions do ALL the talking I need to…..in fact I’ve already signed….I’m ready to END….not begin all this RIGHT HERE….RIGHT NOW!!!!!!
Page: Easy…easy there big fellea…first rule “champ” NEVER FIGHT FOR FREE….take it from somebodies who’s BEEN there and take this piece of advice for free, if you actually going to try and SPEAK with us…..then don’t…don’t embarrass yourself with EMPTY threats. We all know you John, always SECOND to a WINNER….always FIRST LOSER….and we know the actions your capable of….SHOUTING I QUIT…..I QUIT….I QUIT….like the PUSSY you are. Now if your DONE trying to string together a sentence I’m ready to join the big dumb ape over here and sign this…….
Page takes pen to paper and signs his contract, soon enough Camden, Alyce and Hunter all sign leaving Slater twisting the pen in his hand.
Slater: You know this has been a WRESTLEWAR’S MOMENT, truly the very LAST time we ever see ANY OF YOU…..NEAR MY TITLE!
MIXED POP
Slater goes ahead and signs his contract and looks to LEAVE with the WGWF Championship BUT can’t as cameras show Cable, HUNTER, Camden, Alyce and even Chris Page…ALL SIX challengers are holding onto the WGWF Championship
Hopkins: Then I guess it’s official we have our WRESTLEWAR’S….MAIN……
“STOP”
Everybody in the ring pauses as the voice echoes from the darken entrance way, very quickly a spotlight illuminates the entrance way
ANDY JOHNSON PAGE
MEGA POP
Johnson: Atlanta…..(HUGE POP)…..it’s been too long….however I’m NOT here to speak about PAST glory nor I’m I hear to predict an underwhelming FUTURE….I’m here for ONE reason…..I was invited……I was invited to answer a simple question. Oh and thank you to everybody on that stage for those kind and welcoming words…..you all broke my heart….DAD……..even you.
Page’s face is one of disdain
Johnson: Yes oh yes….the question……do I want the chance to MAIN EVENT….WrestleWar’s……..do I want the chance at the WGWF Championship….do I want the chance to LIVE FOREVER ON THE GRANDEST STAGE?
“ONE MORE MATCH” *clap clap clap* “ONE MORE MATCH”
“ONE MORE MATCH” *clap clap clap* “ONE MORE MATCH”
“ONE MORE MATCH” *clap clap clap* “ONE MORE MATCH”
Johnson: Madison Square Garden, the Elimination Chamber and the WGWF World Championship………..
YES
“YES……YES…….YES…….YES……YES……YES…..YES”
Johnson: Ladies and Gentlemen with ALL due respect standing in that ring, GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY CHAMPIONSHIP…..(POP)….because I will LEAVE the Garden, I will WALK out of that Chamber as the NEW WGWF CHAMPION!!!!!!!
Andy stares down his challengers from the stage as inside the ring neither man nor woman has taken a finger off that championship or an eye off the other person as Brawl fades out on the final image of the WGWF Championship.